I reread the post and was amazed by how history really does repeat itself. For instance, on September 27, 2009, I dumped half of my tea and all of Caroline's cereal down the stairs. It also rained on that day, which resulted in a very bad hair day. And today? Well, I didn't dump anything down the stairs, but I did have a raw egg slip from my hands this morning, which cracked all over the floor and splattered egg guts on my foot. Also, it's raining today; and my hair is currently in a rather unfortunate, unflattering state.
I'm sure this is all coincidence, but I'm eager to find out what I will spill next September 27th. I'm also quite certain that even if I don't spill anything, I'll still have a bad hair day because they seem to be a permanent fixture in my life. Caroline's friend's mom has PERFECT hair. No matter the time of day, her hair always looks shiny and neatly styled; even when it's windy or hot, her hair always looks the same. How is that possible? To be honest with you, I'm really quite envious. I could spend hours on my hair and use every styling product and device available and I'd still have a big mess on top of my head by mid afternoon.
But, as I often tell Caroline, life is not fair. It's not fair in love, war, friendship or hair care. And, as Rod Stewart once sang: Some guys have all the luck, some guys have all the
Ack, I'm sorry. I know this post is really better suited for the trash pile. but like I said, I'm feeling so very uninspired. It's in moments like these, where I half-heartedly slap together a quick pile of uninteresting words (and Rod Stewart lyrics?!?), that make my lack of depth so apparent.
Can I blame it on the rain?