Monkey wrench = blow drier

I had one of the best nights of sleep I have had in a LONG time. It was glorious really. I woke up 15 minutes late - but I chalked that up to the restful night. My cereal was lacking in the marshmallow department, but I was willing to forego that as my night of sleep was so good. After breakfast, I began my morning routine. I picked up my hair dryer and flipped the switch. Nothing. I did what everyone should do when their appliances don't work - I shook it. Lightly at first and then as my frustration grew so did the violent intensity of the shake. After a few minutes of this I concluded that shaking was, indeed, not going to fix the problem - whatever it was. No bigee. I'll just hit this little button that says "RESET" and all will be well. Button pushed. No response. Maybe if I plugged it into another outlet... I ran around the house trying several other outlets. Still nothing. It was then that I realized I was in some trouble. I had already taken my shower and my hair was effectively soaked. Men have a hard time grasping the trauma of going to work with a head of wet hair because most of them do it every single day. Not so for women. Again, in my infinite wisdom the best thing I could do was...call hubby.

B - blah blah blah this is Brian.
J - Hello.
B - Hi.
J - My hair dryer doesn't work.
B - Oh.
J - My hair is wet and my hair dryer doesn't work.
B - Did you try a different outlet?
J - Yes, several.
B - Well, you'll just have comb it and go to work then.
J - But I look like a doused cat.
B - Nothing you can do about it. We'll fix it tonight.
J - silence
B - Trust me, your boss will understand.
J - sigh Okay.

I am still not really sure what I expected him to do. Maybe I was waiting for something like "Push the secret magic button on the hair dryer and it will work" or "Try this outlet over here and it will work" or "You're so unbearably cute anyway, no one will notice if your hair is wet". Not sure. It seems that all of my morning "crises" result in a phone call to hubby. Its as if I expect him to fix things from across town. In all honesty, I think I just want him to know what is happening and hearing his voice makes me feel better.

So several hours later I sit here at work with damp hair that is pretty much behaving however it chooses. The parts that should be curled under are sticking out. The parts that are supposed to stick out are curled under. I feel like the enormous purple elephant in the room...in more ways than one. Granted I will fix the hair portion of this problem when I go home for lunch and my hair is air-dried to the point where I can use my curling iron.

And I GUARANTEE you that tonight when hubby comes home, he will plug in my hair dryer and it will work perfectly.