I inherited my dear old dad’s thick, frizzy hair.
Over the years, I’ve spent a fortune on different products to try and tame these locks of mine.
Who’d have thought I’d finally find the answer in the men’s grooming section of the drugstore?
It’s Brylcreem–my dad’s old stand-by!
It’s thick, creamy and smells like soap–good news for someone like me who gets a headache from heavy floral scents.
Best of all–it reminds me of my dad, smoothing a generous glob through his hair before leaving the house every morning.
As you’re no doubt aware, I haven’t been on the naughty list for ages. I don’t ask for much, but there are a few things on my list this year. I understand you’re somewhat busy making toys for deserving children, but hopefully with all your elfish resources, you’ll be able to grant my Christmas wishes.
- “Permanent” hair colour that’s actually permanent. I know you and Mrs. Claus have embraced the grey, but not all of us are there yet. Surely your beauty elves can develop a hair colour that lasts. (While we’re on the subject of hair, how about a product that actually tames frizz??? Having seen you at various shopping malls through the years, I know this is an issue you struggle with, too.)
- Downton Abbey. C’mon–bring it back for another year or five! TV just isn’t the same without Carson and the gang.
- A divorce. Please, please, PLEASE bring this never ending sh!t show to an end. I can’t do another year of this!
- Wine in a can that tastes good. I’m enchanted by the concept of wine in a can, but surprisingly, it always disappoints in the taste department.
Staff at my new school do themed Halloween costumes.
This year they’re doing The Wizard of Oz. Everyone, repeat everyone, must choose a character.
A fun idea?–perhaps.
Will the kids like it?–maybe.
A pain in the ass for someone who bought a costume back in September?–definitely!
I thought I was being clever by avoiding the annual Halloween “what am I going to wear” panic when I purchased my lovely, handmade Victorian-style gown last month.
I should’ve remembered planning ahead never works.
Grumbling to myself about the money wasted on the first costume, I signed up for a character–the Wicked Witch.
I thought I was being ironic because, well, I don’t think I’m really wicked or witchy…
…then someone said, “Wow–your hair is perfect for the Wicked Witch!”
Yep–I can’t wait to see how Christmas goes down at the new school.