Oh where is my hairbrush?
Oh where is my hairbursh?
Oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh wheeeeere -
Is my hairbrush?
This, sadly, has been my theme song all week.
I'd wake up, eventually head for the shower, and realize once I got out that my hairbrush was nowhere to be found. Let me just tell you - it is a frustrating and painful process to "brush" your hair with your fingers. Then try and blow it dry? Ha - it wasn't pretty. This happened every morning for four days straight. I figure I must have left it in Chicago.
Most normal people, after day one, would head out and purchase a new brush.
Me? I'd promptly forget and go about my merry way throughout the day. But the next morning -
Oh where is my hairbrush?
All over again, with increasing frustration.
But thankfully I have a shiny new (and pretty blue) brush sitting next to me. Tomorrow I just might try something other than a ponytail.
I must say I am thankful that I don't have to give my hairbrush to the Peach (cuz he's got hair). And with that I realize that I need to get out more. How do I know all the lyrics to this song?
3 comments:
I sadly know them all too... I am going to blame it on my nephew who went through a hardcore VeggieTales phase.
If I had a dime for every time I realized I needed something and then didn't realize it again until I needed it...again.
That was a long sentence.
This post made me laugh!
LOL. Welcome to my world (at least, the Veggie version of it). I can't believe you lived without a brush for 4 days.
Totally unrelated, but just as exciting as a new brush, got my book! Yay!
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