Beauty

Today we're off to the doctor to book a birth date for the child. That's a lot of responsibility.. I was aiming for the 21st but The Husband says he's not good with Mondays. The look that he got from me was epic as he visibly flinched. We'll have to see when our doctor is available to slice and dice and then I will spend the next couple of weeks running around the apartment screaming "EXPOSED WIRES! HAZARDOUS LIQUIDS! AFRICAN SPEARS! OH MY!".

But in other news, I finally tried out Dry Shampoo. Now, the first time I heard about Dry Shampoo was via Heidi Montag. Go ahead, judge me, I even judge myself but ever since then, I have had dreams of discovering this supposed miracle cure to greasy hair that doesn't involve me taking a shower. Last week in conversation with friends, I brought up Dry Shampoo and was told that yes, it does exist here in this Alpine Republic. It comes in a can. Off I waddled to the drogerie and there it was in the hairspray section. Eu mah gawd. Thank you friend for telling me. I'm not adverse to washing my hair, but due to my upcoming surgery, dealing with greasy hair would have been the final straw..

So I took the Dry Shampoo for a test run today. Brush your hair, spray the crap on, let it dry (don't be alarmed that it turns your hair grey) and then brush it out. I'm smitten. I don't look like Skeet Ulrich anymore. Win!

Happy Monday!