Ah, my hairdresser told me not to wrap elastic bands around my hair, not even the coated ones (like I would use anything else). Instead he suggested that I hook bobby pins around the elastic on each side, then wrap the elastic around my hair, then secure the bobby pins.
WTF? I still have an elastic band wrapped around my hair! Plus now I have bobby pins that are going to slide out. This is just not going to work and I don’t know why anyone would suggest it.
If he had suggested I do this with a nonelastic ribbon, for instance, well, it still wouldn’t work–it would slide out–but at least there wouldn’t be any elastic, which seems to be the problem. Apparently it heats up with the heat of your skin and cooks your hair and then you get split ends. So it is okay to put a coated elastic band on the end of your braid, because it’s not next to your head and won’t get that hot.
But wait! My HAIR is next to my head. Like, all the time. If my head’s that hot (which I don’t believe it is) how is it that I have any hair left at all? And I have quite a bit.
Whoa. Back to the chopsticks. Which actually work very well.
This is not the first really weird thing told to me by a hairdresser. I don’t know where they learn it.
Why does my upstairs neighbor vacuum his carpet at 11 pm and again at 2 pm, followed by moving furniture? My complex has a mandatory 10 pm-6 a.m. quiet time. How does anyone think vacuuming is quiet?
Also, I’m trying to figure out this dress-kissing thing. Do I double over or lift the hem to my lips? I’m thinking the latter could get me a new dress or 30 days in the pokey.
I totally see it. And I’m glad somebody else knows about the hem-kissing thing!
Yep, I use hairsticks to put my hair up too, but it really doesn’t work if you also want to wear a ball cap. And if you take the stick out, you can’t wear it on your wrist like the elastics.
Me too! I mean it was black. And we ate it anyway.
Should I get some more cheese? How long is going to take to buy Vodka, eggnog and bread? This thread is the exact opposite of meditation. I should see if hats are on sale.
I’m starting to feel like I suck at reading emotions. Everyone is saying Trump’s face looked tortured as he was getting booed at the game, but to me, it just looked like typical resting Trump face.
Same thing with him getting ribbed by Obama at the correspondent’s dinner. Everyone says he was stewing in anger. I cannot see it, though.
For me it’s always been occasionally, a word i use a lot. Once I figured out it has the word CASIO in it, I can O-C-CASIO… and get the rest. But that was after ten years of getting it wrong, then playing the game of “Okay, the way i want to spell it is wrong, so I’ll retry it a different way… or did I spell it right the first time?”
Laundry room is the only room it makes sense for me to clean the floor. 'Cause unloading that front-loading bastard always ends up with damp, clean laundry on the ground.
There seems to be a specialist unit of the French police force called* Peloton de surveillance et d’intervention de la gendarmerie*, which goes by the acronym: PSIG. I don’t know whether this is excellent or disappointing.