I'd had been a pretty busy day.
It was a hard day of cleaning house, sorting through paper-work, cleaning out the refrigerator - you know - a hard day.
I took a shower about 3:00 in the afternoon. If I hadn't had to go out, I wouldn't have done much with my hair, but I knew I was going to have to go pick Little Billy up from a friend's house around 4:00, so ... I blew dry my hair with a round brush and pulled some of it up on the top of my head with a barrette. Let's just say ... it was straight and clean and smooth looking, but ... it was not my usual style (curled up - poofed out - sprayed with tons of hairspray). Nor, was it necessarily attractive.
I didn't care.
It was clean.
So, the afternoon wore on. Into the evening, my twins arrive home from school after softball practice.
My husband and the twins have stopped by Sonic to pick up dinner for the family and Chloe brings my bag of food and my drink up to my room and sits it on my desk.
She looks at my hair.
She says -- "Your hair's different."
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