Bad Idea: Straightening my not-quite-curly hair the morning after I've helped make gallons and gallons of Puppy Chow for a women's dessert get-together.
Tonight is the Christmas Gathering at our church. About two thousand women (last night and tonight) gather for dessert and something similar to Oprah's favorite things episode. Tickets sell out almost immediately. It rocks.
Two nights ago I happened to be at church, walk by the kitchen and see people inside working with chocolate, powdered sugar and peanut butter. What's not to love? Of COURSE I had to pop in and volunteer my services! And if a few bits of Puppy Chow made it into my mouth in the process, who's going to complain? Certainly not me!
Thursday morning I decided to straighten my hair. It took awhile to figure out why it felt so funny running the flat iron through it. And that smell ... I couldn't figure out the smell ...
It occurred to me, as I was nearly done, that the smell was sweet. Like burnt sugar. Y'all, I think I caramelized my hair. Flan, anyone? There was probably a half cup of powdered sugar buried in there. Fer reals.
*sigh* One of these days I'll grow up and be a real girl.
Until I write again ...