Also Known As...A Bad Hair Day

Have you ever had one of those days?   I'm sure we all have, and I'm having one today.  It started out rough because I overslept.  So by the time I pulled myself out of bed, my back was aching from having laid too long.  Creaking along like an old woman, I pulled on my robe and slippers and headed to the bathroom.  As I passed the mirror...Oh Lord!  It looked like Cindy Lou Whoo had been by to do my hair.

I tried smashing it down but it just popped back up. 

I should jump immediately in the shower and let hot water and shampoo

work its magic...but I REALLY want a cup of coffee.

Wait!  I'm the only one here, who's going to see me?

You know they're thinking..."What the heck is up with Mom's hair?"

(Luckily they are easily bribed with doggy biscuits.)

With coffee in hand, I head to the sofa to check on the morning news -

hoping it isn't too awful.  It's 9:15 am and the news is awful.

What's that noise?  A FedEx truck pulling in the driveway.  Maybe he'll

just leave the box and go away.  No such luck.  Doorbell rings, doggies go

into a fit of barking, and I briefly think about my hair and wonder if I would look

weird answering the door with a dish towel on my head.  Probably.

So I suck it up, put on my best Miss America smile and fling open the door.

"Package for "Joe Schmoe, can you sign?"  he says with a smirky little smile.

What!  There's no "Joe Schmoe" here.  Wrong address.

As I close the door and head for the shower, I think...

"This is what's known as a bad hair day."

So dear friends, I hope you are well coiffed and having a lovely day.

Susan