Monday, October 31, 2011

That kind of hurt..

During lunch today, I told my coworkers that I don't own (and have never previously owned) a brush. This came up because we have staff portraits scheduled for Wednesday, so I thought maybe I should step it up and get one.

A little while later my nicer-than-nice coworker, Tom, handed me a package:

I just gave it a test run, and ow. When I was little I had a perma-rat's nest on my head because I screamed and cried when someone would try to run a comb through my hair. Eventually my Mom cut it all off because I don't think she cared much for that battle. And then she started perming it as it grew out, and my Dad would call me "Ramen Head." Talk about a tangled hot mess.

1 comment:

  1. Wow... life without a hairbrush? I find it hard to imagine with your long hair. Do you just run your fingers through? Does it never get tangled? Interesting new fact I am learning about you, Norster.