men are gonna love this fascinating post:
in some sort of karmic unluck, the posthipchick household has spent the last two weekends driving up and down the california coast to weddings that were located an hour apart, on two separate weekends, but work did not permit us to just spend the three days of last week we weren't down south vacationing in the lovely area (it would be very bad to miss the second week of school, don't you think?).
but now we are home, and there are no more weddings this year (or even next year, that we know of), and are going NOWHERE for awhile.
this weekend i managed to bring back a little souvenier- a horrific sore throat and stuffy nose. just what you want to start an insanely busy week! i love working with kids and their germs!
i tend to be pretty thorough in my packing (read: i bring everything i own, and then some things other people own, because you never know), but these past two weekends, i have not been completely checked in. last weekend, i forgot my hair products and had to get by with the lovely beausband's, and this weekend, the unspeakable happened. i forgot my blowdrier and flat iron at home. most of you, thank god, have never had to experience what my hair looks like when much time and attention has not been paid to it, but it looks something like the bastard child of richard simmons and jo from facts of life. it's not good, any way you cut it. i tried to get by on friday night for the rehearsal dinner, but let me tell you, it simply wasn't working. so on saturday, before the wedding, i had to go and pay $30 to have my hair blown out and flattened and looking exactly how it looks every day that i do it for free! imagine if you could get the clients lined up at $30 for 30 minutes with a flat iron. if you worked an 8-hour day, you could make almost $500/ day. it's not bad, being that the best flat irons only cost about $150. see, didn't i tell you guys? isn't this one something to come back to again and again?