Hello. My name is Ashley and I have bad hair.
Normally I have pretty good hair, but folks, its all a farce. I have to work for that good hair. It takes a good hour and a half to blow dry, section out, then heat it too the temperature of hot lava just to make it all nice, shiny, and straight. And when I'm too lazy, I pull out my old friend the Aussie Sprunch Spray. Boom, instant wave. Pin those bangs up and we're done.
It looks like I'm gonna be sporting the wavy look on a regular basis now, because this morning I lost a very important member of my hair care crew. That's right, my Turbo CHI bit the dust. Oh my gawd. I cried, hard, for a long time. Then I cussed. Then I very gently laid it to rest in its original box and put it in the cabinet. I'm not sure why, except I couldn't bear to throw it away. It has stood by me, always doing its best to tame my unruly mane into that of, well someone with better hair than me.
Besides just being sad about my CHI dying, I'm kind of scared. Do you know how much those things cost? I do. I just Googled it. And I, the SAHM in the middle of the boonies, do not have an extra bill laying around right now. I mean, I'm pretty sure I can't live without my CHI, but I can't live with my hubby if I ask him to buy me a new one. Maybe he'll do it just so no one sees his wife looking like holy hell. Or maybe he just won't let me leave the house sporting these awesome 80's bangs I'm rocking right now. What comes first a new oven, or a new straight iron? Shouldn't I look hot while slaving over that new oven? I think so! Somebody better pony up quick with a donation to SugarBritches so I can continue to look my best whilst spending all my free time blogging, instead of you know, getting a job.