This afternoon, I realized that I only had four cans of La Croix left.
I gave up Diet Coke on October 29, 2009 and from time to time I have a sparkling water craving I am compelled to indulge.
So, after dinner with the ladies, I popped on over to Cub to grab another 12 pack. Because who wants to go to the grocery store after work? Not me.
This was a good idea.
Until after five minutes of pacing up and down the “drinks” aisle, despairing over an apparent lack of a water aisle (if it was a snake it would have bitten me), I found myself in the terrifying position of needing to call Marcus to locate something in the grocery store.
I Kat, protector of the domestic realm, found myself in the position of being unable to locate something in the grocery store.
It was terrifying. And, blessedly, as Marcus picked up the phone the La Croix revealed itself to me.
My clean record remains intact. The balance of our relationship, intact.
That was (crosses self) a close call.
On an unrelated note, while I was running some errands a few weeks ago, I grabbed some Garnier Fructis Body Boost (I’m a regular user of the Triple Nutrition) because I was running low on things for The Mane. How uninteresting, right?
I was extremely enthusiastic about it until I started using it and discovered that it turned my hair into not stick-straight but not textured sort-of fluffy straw.
It Was Awful.
A week of living in the special and as-of-yet unmentioned circle of hell known as Mediocre Hair was nothing short of a nightmare.
It should come as no surprise that today, after being disappointed once more (despite deep conditioning) it went into the bin, never to be seen again.
Tomorrow is A New Day.
Have you had any awful hair experiences?