
It's always been an objective of mine to try to be productive in some form or fashion everyday. Now, in my dictionary, productivity can be defined in many ways. There is usually always a checklist involved. As each task is finished, there's always a rush of adrenaline to mark it off. Even if a task is accomplished and it's not on the list, I will write it down, and then mark it off. Don't judge me.
Here's some of what I accomplished yesterday:
ate leftovers a.l.l.d.ay.l.o.n.g.
drank two root beers
watched Hillbilly Elegy...again
read New York Times editorial page from two weeks ago
watched 6 episodes of Holiday Baking Championships
warshed, dried, and put linens back on bed
picked up stuffing from toys Stella & PeekaBoo annihilated
In other words, I didn't do Jack Squat yesterday.
It was about 4:00 p.m. when my A.D.H.D. kicked in. Either that or the root beers. Or a combination of both.
"Where are those little pink plastic rollers I bought from Amazon after watching a video of some gal who used them and in a matter of minutes her hair was transformed into luscious, beautiful curls?"
Yes. Those rollers. You know. You saw the video and was amazed, too.
But, you probably didn't order them. Did you?
Well, I did.
So, I found them and I tried to roll up my hair just like that gal did on the Facebook video.
Funny thing is, I never saw her get her hair tangled up in any of those rollers.
Yes, I did consider having to cut a couple of them out of my hair.
After my arms felt like they weighed about 25 pounds each, I finally succeeded in getting the last pink stupid roller in.
Only to realize the first two had already fallen out, and PeekaBoo ran out the door with one of them in her mouth.
This did not happen in the video with the beautiful girl with the beautiful hair.
Nor did some wise a$$ guy keep asking, "What the hell are you doing?"
To which I softly and sweetly replied, "I'M TRYING NOT TO GO APE $HI+ CRAZY, THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING!"
There may or may not have been a couple more choice words in that reply. I really don't remember.
So, what else does one do when one is looking absolutely drop-dead gorgeous with pink plastic rollers tangled up in her hair, wearing a t-shirt that's had the neck cut out of it and has on no make-up on ?
She, of course, posts a selfie on Facebook.
It's either that or post a picture of your feet with a sandy beach and beautiful ocean waves in the background. But since that's not my venue, the best I could do was what you see at the top of this post.
Many of the comments on that Facebook post were requests to see the outcome of the Pink Plastic Magic Hair Roller Chronicle.
So without further ado . . . drumroll please . . . here's the result:

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I can hear my mother saying, "Your hair looks like a rat's nest."
I can also hear my daughter telling her daughter, " You have gnarlies and hinkey punks in your hair."
So, the choice is yours.
Which of the above do you think is how the Plastic Pink Magic Hair Roller Experiment turned out?
Correct guess wins these. See below . . .

Stay tuned . . . tomorrow I'll show you how a Navage works.
Yes, ordered that, too.
That's one of those battery powered Neti Pots.
You might think it's gross . . . but ItSnot.