I’ve learned not to complain - to my husband - anymore about a bad hair day.
My husband hates it when I complain about another bad hair day. He says it’s because he’s having another no hair day! Nevertheless, the other day I was trying to fluff here and spray there to manage the latest hairdo. **Nothing **was going right. I started all over by soaking my head in the sink. (And don’t you hate it when you bend over and your face hits the sink before your hair does? ouch!)
I finally finished the second round of the hair battle, my husband was really getting edgy…”we’ve got to go, darling, ….we’ll be late!” I was in danger of a clinical hair depression, but I realized I will have to act smart now. I had to think of something positive……and …just then, my husband whispered, **“Read my lips…Be happy you HAVE your hair….I don’t have any” **….You look perfect!
And that was meaningful….and satisfying to me…