After an hour of blow-drying and flat-ironing, I’ve got Medusa-head going on within 30 seconds of walking outside. I can feel that August is just around the corner– that glorious month of hair-ruining humidity.
Yes, August, when we finally come to terms with the fact that we never prepared for swimsuit season. Even well into swimsuit season, we kept saying, “Oh, I’ll start exercising and eating healthy tomorrow!” (There’s always next year… and frozen margaritas and obnoxious amounts of BBQ should never be passed up.)
Or maybe that’s just me.