In fact, Mac best likes my hair when I'm wearing a ball cap.
Anyway, I spend money on my hair. I do. I go to the hair dresser every 8 weeks although it should be six. I give lots of thought to color, which I will also change on a whim. I am drawn to hair jewelry such as headbands and barrettes. Bad hair has more than once made me consider calling off work and yes, I've washed my hair and started all over again. Good hair products don't come cheap. And bottles lie.
I decided to be a good shopper and buy different (cheaper) products last week. Volumizing they claimed. Liars. Anyway, the mousse stuff is marginally acceptable but the hair spray (hair spray is my best friend) is a joke. It may very well be water for all the good it did me. It not only did not volumize as promised but it down-right flattened.
On Saturday we get in the car to do errands and I'm trying to embrace the lesser hair product and tell myself the difference is only noticeable to me. I don't have good hair anyway. But as we pull into the Target parking lot, I can't stand it anymore. I turn to the Mr. and say that I need to buy some hair products. He reminds me that we bought hair products just last week. So I tell him, yeah, I used the new cheaper stuff this morning.
"Let's go get you some new hair products."
Just once can't the guy lie and tell me I have great hair? When I'm not wearing a hat?