I have terrible hair. It’s super thin and dull brown, although gray is quickly overtaking the brown strands.
I’ve never been able to style my hair the way I want it. Even professionals have tossed their hands up in defeat. Hair model has never been in the cards, and sadly, the older I get, the less likely I’ll have a good hair day ever.
A lot of the time, I don’t even look in the mirror to see what my hair is doing. On many occasions, the Better Half has kindly suggested I put on a hat, knowing whatever disaster is happening on my crown is unfixable.
Sometimes the disasters provide comedy, such as this do:
I mean, how can you not laugh at that?