Hair Mountain and Necessary Days!

Some days are just too spectacular! You know the ones. I used to grumble about the spectacular days, but now I see that these days are simply the material for future laughter.
I have long since accepted that I do not have the type of hair that will be on the cover of a magazine, unless it is the before shot for a miracle product ad. My hair is truly wild. There is a lot of it and it is super curly. When I accepted it for what it was, I sort of made an agreement to simply tolerate it and go on. The world was not won on Hair Mountain after all.
Now, accepting and tolerating does not mean that I never get ambitious. There are days when I get out the assortment of products and the straightening iron and make a grand attempt at what might be called "normal" hair. It is so exciting to have straight hair that I can run my fingers through. I don't do it often as it takes about 45 minutes and honestly, I'm not usually willing to give up that much of my life to Hair Mountain.
To accomplish the joy of straight hair, I generally start on one side. Get half done and then flip everything to start at the bottom of the other side.
One day, I was running early and decided it was a straight hair day. I had almost gotten the first half completed when the phone rang. It was the school letting me know that my youngest needed to go to the ER as she had tried a new daredevil move on the monkey bars and was less than successful. As I am listening, I am looking at myself in the bathroom mirror.
SERIOUSLY??? I have one side beautiful, shiny and straight...and the other side is super curly cartoon hair.
Yes, it had to be exactly like this. I had to leave immediately, could not make my dear sweet child wait another twenty minutes while I made each side of my head match...
I have also had an "incident" with a Wagoner painter sprayer. I was painting and needed to flip the nozzle. I looked at the trigger guard and decided that was overkill to simply turn the nozzle around. It was not one of my better decisions. Suddenly I found myself to be confused and blind! I had pulled the trigger while spinning the nozzle around and spray painted myself white from head to toe... I immediately made a smarter decision to go to Wal Mart in the middle of the night to buy masks as I had inhaled some of the latex and found that to be less than fun.
So I was at Wal Mart at around 2am spraypainted white from top to bottom. I looked pretty ridulous, like an animated statue...yet NOBODY stared! What kind of people could see something like that and not stare...??
These are necessary days. Luckily my daughter was okay, and I now believe in the power of a trigger guard. But being imperfect is completely necessary and looking back....pretty funny!