Like everyone else, I have my morning "getting ready" routine:
1. Roll out of bed
2. Grab my clothes [I usually choose what I'm going to wear the night before so I don't spend an hour trying on eight different outfits to find the perfect one... yes, I'm saying this from experience. Although, I think eight is the highest number of wardrobe changes I've made.]
3. Shower [This might just be my favorite part of the day - I LOVE my shampoo - Aveda products, anyone?]
4. Get dressed
This is where my little vignette enters:
I decided to straighten my hair this morning which means I apply the use of a round brush and blow dryer to my sporadically curly hair. I pin part of my hair on top of my head so I can straighten the bottom layers. As I was merrily singing to my music and round-brushing, my nose started to twitch. What in the world was that smell?
I turned off my hair dryer because I thought it smelled like something was burning. [Insert Ralphy's high-pitched voice: "It smells like burning!"] I looked in the mirror and noticed something in my hair - a spider? Did I accidentally leave a bobby pin in my hair over night? I looked closer - nope. Neither. I reached up and gently touched the blackened curly mass. I tugged at this chunk of hair I was blowdrying and it fell out.
People: I burned a chunk of hair off. Burned. A. Chunk. Of. Hair. Off.
*Insert hideous monster sound or Brian Reagan's "I am not an animal" bit here.* [Skip to the 5:00 minute mark to understand what point I'm making.]
I burned a chunk of hair off! I guess my blow dryer was too hot and I was holding it too close to my hair. Let this be a lesson for you.
So, I now walk around with my hair in a pony tail all day. [Not really... but I could definitely show you the chunk of hair missing.] My hair stylist is going to love me. "Oh, don't mind that, I just BURNT A CHUNK OF HAIR OFF."