I got BANGS.
It's not national news. It really will not affect your life at all. But it is solely responsible for my not paying attention to the lesson at church today.
How come everybody else's bangs fall casually and elegantly to the side, while mine fork all over the place? I counted thirteen people with bangs in Relief Society. No forks.
This may have something to do with my answer of "Does my husband's gel count?" to the hairdresser's question of "What kind of hair products to you have in your bathroom at home?"
She told me I will
A) have to train my bangs
B) love my bangs if trained correctly
C) have to mess with them constantly til we find out what works for us
D) have to go to marital counseling with my bangs
"I hereby promise to attend Bang Obedience School."
Is that a zit?
I can't decide if it's Sixth Grade Sweetie (when I curl it) or Rocker Chick (when it's air dried).
But hey. I'm both, right?