It's been a stupid hair week. That's so aaargh!
I cut my hair last weekend and, since the moment I put the scissors down, every time I've looked at or gotten distracted by my hair, I've thought this phrase first: "What the ... aaargh!"
I spent 20 minutes this morning fixing my hair.
I had a PTSD flashback to junior high days and fully expected to burn my forehead with the curling iron, break out in zits, lose my breasts and hear my mom yelling, "You're gonna be late for the bus — again!"
— 20 minutes. Tuh-wen-tee minutes. I'll never get them back.
In 20 minutes I could've changed all four tires on my car, using a hand-...