Today, I went boating with my family and some friends.
We did all kinds of fun stuff. Tubing, wake skating, wake boarding. Ya, know the kind of stuff you do just to
prove you are not getting old and show the kids, “Yes, in fact, I am awesome.” We
went yesterday too and when we were done, my hair was a big, big tangled mess. I am in a growing phase. Over the past few years, I grow it out and
then cut and donate it. I have done it 3
times. Today, I thought to myself, “I will not fight
that tangled mess again!” and took measures to prevent such an episode. I placed my hair in a pony tail and braided
that into 3 braids. I then braided
those. Essentially, I made a rope, so
when I unbraided all that stuff, I would have manageable hair. Sounds like a good idea, doesn’t it? Well, it was NOT. NOT. AT. ALL.
I came in and unbraided my hair. First the big braid and then each of the
small braids. As I unbraided, some
inappropriate words flew through my mind.
This was not looking how I had planned.
And when I removed the large hairband
from the top, I became clear to me that I had dreads. They were completely knotted totally out of
control dreadlocks. Incredible. They were sticking out from my
head every which way. I looked like
Medusa of the Lake People. I wept. Ok, I didn’t, but I wanted to. I got into the shower with a comb and a
bottle of conditioner. 5 minutes in, I
pondered consuming a couple of margaritas and going all Britney on myself. But, I guess vanity and sanity won out. 38 minutes later I emerged from the shower
with a pounding headache, an almost empty bottle of conditioner (I spared a bit
for my daughter, because she will weep), a hand cramp, a keen understanding of
why they call them dreadlocks that could only learned by experience , ALMOST all of my hair, and a desperate need for Advil. I also
have a need for a few more inches to achieve donation length because after this, I see #4
on the horizon. The sooner the better!
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