I did, however, manage to walk the dog today (Saturday). So, that counts as something. And I'm blogging right now at 7:45 on a Saturday night, so that also counts.
We went swimming in Arizona and my hair came out of the experience rather fried. I've probably mentioned this lots of times, but I was seriously like ten when my mother learned that "cream rinse" was a totally valid thing someone ought to put on my head.
Sometimes when I remember that, I want to post it to Facebook to retroactively explain to people who knew me in the 80s. Like, look, I was a weirdo but you've got to understand that I didn't know how badly I actually needed glasses or that my hair could be more manageable than a Barbie's. Limited experience.
Anyway, one time my hair got wet with pool water and then rinsed but not conditioned and it went right back to 1989 with the tangles and texture. Tomorrow should be better on that front.
(And it totally was, and I seriously cannot believe how much easier my life could have been how much sooner.)