Thanks to the Bad Hair Day Gods

I abhor the fluorescent lights in the ladies' room. They have had me running screaming to the hair salon for an emergency colour job more than once and today is no different. I knew my hair wasn't looking its best this morning but i didn't bother washing it today, just fussed a bit with it. Mistake. Not only is it flat, sticking out in half curly "wings" where it shouldn't. or... where it likes to and i don't like it to... or it's just ... *there*

Trip to the loo... try to arrange it so that it doesn't look quite so neglected and ohmyGod there is far too much gray in it and i hurried back to my desk to make the call on the hotline. My stylist only works three days a week and i am on course next week so i won't be able to get there easily. She could fit me in at the end of today!!!! I'll have to slip out a little early but this is justifiable. My hair looks like hell and therefore my productivity *will* suffer. The Bad Hair Day Gods don't usually favour me like this. I am blessed.

Can you spit nickels?

( Why can't men just swallow? )