My blow dryer died the other day.
Just decided not to work anymore.
Kicked it's little legs up in the air,
and rolled over.
Needless to say, I was pissed off.
I realize it wasn't new,
but I liked it.
So The Husband is out with The Girl.
Last minute school shopping ...
laundry detergent, toilet paper ...
you know, typical school stuff.
They're at Costco and I get a phone call.
He starts reading me the description of
a blow dryer he found.
It sounds great, so he brings it home.
Red is my favourite colour.
So already, I'm psyched.
It looks very hi-tech.
It weighs a ton.
And is supposed to be professional grade.
We'll see about that.
If it can make my hair look like it does when
Lady Heather styles it, then fine.
I'm doubting it, though.
I was flipping through the pamphlet,
reading the instructions.
It was the usual crap.
Don't swim with it.
Don't strangle your little brother with the cord.
Don't use it as a cat-o-nine tail.
But then I came to #7.
Can you read that?
In case you can't, it says,
and I quote:
"Never use while sleeping."
Like ... never?
Cuz, like, you know,
I ALWAYS style my hair in my dreams.
It turns out better that way.
Usually, when warnings are put on labels,
it's because at least one person has
done whatever it is that requires said warning.
I want to meet the person who can blow dry
Cuz, quite frankly,
that's pretty damn impressive.
Talk about multi-tasking.