Me, in the shower: "Huh. My hair has been really good lately. It's keeping it's color and everything. That's good." Wash, wash, rub, lather, rinse.
Hair, during creme rinse application: "Hey, did she just say we've been really good lately? Whooooaaaaa...emmerfightinwords. Let's taker down a notch, shall we?" Cackling hair laughter.
Twenty minutes later and for the REST OF THE YEAR (cuz it's Dec 31, so maybe it's not quite as dramatic as all that, but still,) CRAPPY hell-hair and angry slit eyes.
Me, while applying makeup: "I wonder...if I put my eyeshadow on...extra...dark...(swipe, smear, rub, sponge, gloop)...if it won't keep people's attention away from my chins."
Chins, laughing and quivering: "Does she really think she can manipulate our attention like that?! After ALL we've done to earn it!? Oh, man! She is priceless! 'Okay, listen up! It's lesson time. Hairs, start sprouting out of moles...right about...NOW.'"
While shopping an hour later, gothic eyeshadow eye boogers and chin-mole whiskers.
Geez, it's a good thing it's the end of the year.
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