I don't want to forget that the little things are actually the big things. That sometimes love can be wrapped in a yellow box that sits in the freezer.
"Hat head" can't hold a candle to this. Bangs squished in all directions, sweaty scalp, flat hair too far gone to get any assistance from teasing and hairspray... Even an 80s perm could not withstand it's mysterious oppressive powers. Yet today I am thankful for helmet head... Experiencing helmet head means: I spent the day... Continue Reading →