Hair Adventures

Last night my husband and I (and the little ones) were getting ready to head out. Since we had some time, I decided to dry and straighten my freshly washed hair... Now, if any of you have ever SEEN my hair, you know how very much of it I have. Its thick, its unruly, and there is a whole lot of it. It isn't terribly long, at this point, but drying AND straightening it is an overwhelming undertaking that I usually save for special occasions... And then I leave it like that for as long as I can!
So, as I was running around like crazy, getting everybody ready, getting the feeling back in my arms and shoulders (hold your arms above your head for at least 45 minutes... you'll see what I mean) and making the boy a "sammich" to bring along, I quickly bent over to get the jam out of the fridge. There is a counter directly next to the fridge, which has our toaster on it. What do you put on toast? Butter. Exactly. So, completely unaware, I FLING my hair through a room-temperature stick of butter. "Grooooooooooss! What is on my ARM?! Butter? What the heck?! Where did THAT come from? My...my hair? OH come ON!!" And we had to leave. Then. So I wiped as much butter out of my hair as I could with a handy kitchen towel, and left! There was butter on my arm, the back of my neck, and on my shirt as well. I was able to keep the butter off the baby, lucky me, and there was a lovely added sheen on that side of my head for the night, but for some reason, all I wanted was popcorn! And upon returning home, I discovered the dog ate the stick of butter and most of the wrapper out of the garbage while we were out! Great!! I don't even want to know what kind of sloppy mess I'll have to clean up after when his bowels decide to rebel...

Moral of the story: Don't... keep butter on your counter? Don't... bend over without pondering the consequences? Maybe... shave your head to avoid ridiculous scenarios of nasty hair dilemmas? Take from this what you will.

Also, Free dog, to good home. Without butter.