What are the makings of a Good Hair Day? Things go exactly as planned. No one crosses you in any way. Your coffee is hot, tastes great, and you don’t spill it on yourself. You feel fantastic, and absolutely nothing can faze you.
Some people just don’t understand how all this hangs in the balance of how your hair looks. It does.
Let’s look at a hypothetical situation:
You wake up and start the day by doing everything within your capacity to arrange your hair as attractively as possible. You apply various styling products and use such-and-such curling / flattening / teasing / taming apparatus, alternately heating and hydrating your tresses until not even Vidal Sassoon, Paul Mitchell, and John Frieda combined could do any good with the battlefield that crowns your head.
Giving up and pulling the entire mess back into a clip, that for some reason keeps popping open, you grab your stuff and run out the door… late, since you just spent an extra 20 minutes in front of the mirror trying to make yourself presentable to the world.
Half-way to the office, you realize you have inconveniently forgotten the bag containing a carefully packed breakfast and lunch, which was going to save you ten smackeroos in take-out. And, because the bag is not insulated, not only will you need to buy breakfast and lunch, you will also have to throw out most of what you packed, and therefore will have wasted an additional $6.95.
Arriving at work, your favorite parking space is taken, and you search around helplessly for an alternate. Finally settling on one in the “South Forty”, you hoof it to the main building in your new stilettos (which you put on, hoping this might prevent a certain percentage of people from paying any attention to your hair), but the heel of your left shoe catches in a crack in the pavement, breaks off, and you twist your ankle. Limping in, your co-worker sympathetically lends an arm and helps you to a chair. She says, “Oh my gosh, you poor thing, you must have taken a horrible spill out there. Just look at your hair!”
The rest of the day follows in kind.
Emotionally drained, you arrive home that evening, toss the rotting food you left on the table earlier in the day, and get into bed, falling into a fitful sleep — only to wake up in the middle of the night needing to tinkle. You stumble to the bathroom and turn on the light, noticing that your hair has magically fallen perfectly into place. Aside from a few strays this way and that, which you smooth down in wonderment, it looks completely amazing!
Not wanting to spoil the dream, you lie back down in bed in a really weird position, so your hair won’t get all messed up.
Sadly, you are unable to fall back asleep. When the alarm clock screams 5:45 AM, you are elated to find that your hair still looks fabulous, but you are exhausted and have a nasty kink in your neck. You know, though, this is totally OK… because no one’s ever said they had a bad neck day, right?
My minute is up. Thanks for spending yours with me.
Just a Minute Now
Trying To Get Everything Done in 23 Hours and 59 Minutes, So No One Can Say I Never Have a Minute to Myself 
Funny. Is it that way for all of us? I can certainly relate. I am just now getting the are of “throwing it up and not fixing it at all” once in awhile like on a Sat morn. put on a ball cap lol but used to never.
What a hoot! This is my life!!