bang, bang

I just round-brushed my bangs. At 8 o'clock at night. At 5 o'clock tomorrow morning I will put it all into a hat and get it all sweaty and disgusting, and then wash it again. So basically I did my bangs for sleeping and for the 30 second glimpse of myself that I will get in the bathroom mirror on my way out in the morning. See last night I also took an evening shower and simply fell into bed with wet hair and this mornings' result was pretty amazing. My bangs performed some sort of Shirley Temple spirals while the rest of my hair varied between possessed waves and bent-in-half while sleeping. I can't believe my husband came home tonight after kissing that goodbye and it's a darn site lucky that I received no packages this morning because any delivery man would have been bound by his oath of office to call the police to report the crazy person who had taken up residence in my house. Lately the old fringe and I have been struggling for dominance. Humidity is not on my side. This evenings activities have led me to a decision. I am growing the stupid things out. Take that southern Kansas in July. I realize that my face looks better with them and that they make me look younger but they are more work than all the rest of my hair combined. And I remember really liking my hair before bangs. And looking way less insane first thing in the morning.