Hail, Smoked Salmon Hair!

After work today, I decided I'd be super-efficient and get my hair cut while I was without kids.

I do a little office work a few hours a week and my dear husband stays home, homeschools the kids and gives me time to shop by myself.  Love.

In order to be quick, I told the haircut lady I'd skip the hairwashing.  (It costs more and takes more time.  "I don't really need it, anyway," I thought to myself.)

So she spritzed me down with water and commenced the haircut.

Being the chatty conversationalist, I commented on her accent and asked where she was from.  "Africa." She told me.  How cool is that?  I love learning about people.  It's sort of a past time, I guess you might say.  I don't have much time for hobbies, but I do have time for people.

We chatted away, and I discovered she had gone directly from Africa to Alaska.  Whew!  What a different climate!  I asked if she'd ever seen snow.  She said "No.  I was afraid to step on it."

Feeling good about my people skills.  "I've still got it!"  I thought to myself.

Cutting around the back of my hair, she asked, "So, what do you do for a living?"

"I do some office work on Monday mornings, but I am a stay-at-home mom the rest of the time.  I homeschool our kids.  I love my work!"

"It is good to love your work," she responded in her awesomely cool African accent.

Then she flipped some wet hair over my face so she could continue with the haircut.

"Ugh - what is that smell??"  I wondered to myself.

It was my hair!

My hair smelled awful.  Musky and....well, just really BAD.

What in the world?  And then I remembered:

the fire from the other night that filled the house with smoke  - you know, Dear Day Gone Awry...

Well, I hadn't washed my hair since then, but the smell had faded.  So I forgot about it.

Now, with my smelly wet-dog-smoky scented hair, it came back full force.

"Ugh!  My hair smells like woodsmoke!"  I said aloud.

"I was wondering about that," said the hairdresser.  "It reminded me of the smoked salmon we ate in Alaska."  "I thought you were a cook or something.  That's why I asked about your job."

Hail, Smoked Salmon Hair!  Queen of forgetfulness, with-it-ness, and immaculate cleanliness.

Well, I like my haircut, so I've got that going for me.

Next time I go to the hair salon and they ask if I want my hair washed first, I'm going to answer with a resounding, "Yes!"