March 9th, 2007 by Kateastrophe

For those of you who don’t know me, I have ridiculously.long.hair. I was blessed with the thick hair gene and blessed/cursed (depending on how you view it) with STICK STRAIGHT hair too. So, if I have a decent haircut with some minimal shaping, I can pull off getting out of the shower, putting some smoothing products in the mane, running a brush through it and going. I don’t usually do this, as “mi esposa” prefers it when I “DO” my hair (which includes a blow dryer and curling iron) but today the lazy in me took over.

So I did just what I described above and off I went to work.

I just took a little trip to the ladies room and whilst washing my hands I glanced in the mirror.

“HOLY CRAP!” Said my inner monologue “I look like one of those little white trash elementary school boys who have never met a comb and use soap to wash their hair!”

The gently mussed look? So not for me.

Messy bun . . . meet Kate’s bad hair day.