HOT - MUGGY - HUMID...GROSS
Well if you've been "blessed" with frizzy kinky hair such as my own (which has definitely tamed over the years), then you'd understand. The weather I've mentioned is NOT good hair weather whatsoever!!!
Now, on with my story...
It all started up at a retreat not too far from Couer D'Alene, Idaho. Well it actually started in Vancouver, but I'm not taking you that far back - in fact for some of that story you can read -
Problems at the Border...
This story will start at the end of our stay in Idaho.
As far as the kids and I, we were heading to Seattle, and then onward to NYC, NH, VA, DC, and Baltimore.
As the days past and my hair got more and more unruly, I opted to keep it tied back in a ponytail, pigtails or hidden under a hat.
And then he made his way out east. Now I'm not sure what was I thinking putting the straightener in those bags, but I was sure glad to (see him) and to have it back!
However I didn't quite give myself enough time (I really pack in the days) to do my hair on the morning he arrived.
It was a rather packed in busy day filled with touring DC, visiting to the White House, touring Baltimore's Inner Harbor, and even the childhood home of Babe Ruth! All before it was time to go to catch an Orioles game at Camden Yards.
We had no glove to catch it with and my dear sweet little Cosette's quick thinking decided that the next best thing was to catch the ball in my hat as she yanked it off of my head.
Therefore exposing my beastly hair to the world!
I stood there in shock and embarrassment (for what seemed like a lifetime), quickly snagging my hat right back from the hands of my 10 year old daughter.
Someone else had caught the ball and I wasted no time in hiding under the protection of my baseball cap once again.
I may not remember who won the game that night, but I'll never forget that really bad hair day!
After that, I made sure to "do" my hair first thing in the morning.