Sometimes, when I'm feeling a bit cooped up, I head out to the store for this or that, I get what I need but I don't want to go home just yet- but I don't necessarily "need" anything else. Walmart is particularly dangerous ground for the Stir Crazy individual. They have a lot of stuff that goes Whiiiirrrrr and ping! This time it was hot rollers because my kid was taking too long picking out a flavour of chap stick and they were in the general vicinity and I just, well I got weak.
I saw them, I imagined myself putting them in my hair in the camper when I got home, then I imagined waiting for them to cool down so that I could take them out and reveal my new ravishing Marilyn Monroe camper hairstyle; so I bought them. WHAT? Like you wouldn't do the same if you were at Walmart with your Mom who used to be a hairdresser. She told me it was okay to buy them even though I have no room to get them home. I guess they'll go in with the puffed wheat.
So I unpackaged them, plugged them in, rolled them up and waited while bugging Neil as he tried really hard to read his book. Then I made him take this photo with me:
Then I unrolled them for the big Marilyn reveal-to-Neil...
Me: Hmm... maybe I haven't perfected my technique yet, Neil. It's a little less Marilyn Monroe and a bit more... hmmm.... not Liz Taylor..... no no no... maybe it's...
Neil: Phyllis Diller?
AND IT WAS. It was Phyllis Diller's exact hairstyle; It looked exactly like Phyllis Diller.
The End.
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