Crunchy Hair, Gross Wrap

I went to get my hair cut today. I've gotten used to it being shorter which now requires more upkeep. I really don't mind getting my hair washed. I rather enjoy it. I don't mind seeing chunks of my hair hit the floor after a rather alarming diagonal cut.

What bugs me is the styling part. They use so much damn hairspray I'm amazed my hair came down at all. I like a great many things to be crunchy; chips, toast, peanut butter. I don't however like my hair crunchy. When was the last time you were complimented on the crunchiness of your hair? Never. Because it's not a compliment. I'm not especially fond of the styling portion of the day either. I always wind up with a diffused mass of crunchy curls bobby-pinned to the top of my head. But I'm the one that gets in trouble for taking the dead thing on my head apart and desperately brushing out the knots before we get home. Madness! It must be madness! Personally, I think a few too many of us left looking country. And not Taylor Swift or Carrie Underwood, pretty country. Old school, I used up a can of hairspray and may spontaneously combust kind of country.

Either way, I feel lighter and it was a drive. I even got lunch out of it.

While I was cruising the menu, I came across the most bizarre menu item I've encountered. I ordered it out of sheer curiosity. My suspicions of it being kind of gross were confirmed. Whole wheat wrap, romaine lettuce, carrots, breaded chicken, crispy "chinese" noodles all drowned in a honey mustard dressing. I'm pretty sure there was more Ramen to the noodles than there was chinese. Seriously though, when something is that obviously bizarre it's begging to be tried. And now that I have, I don't recommend it. Maybe it's hangover food... If anyone out there wants to try it after a night of drinking, please feel free to share your findings.

Anywho, my dad and my cat are both snoring. I think that's a sign that I should go to bed as well.

Lauren.