This is what happens when you arm a teen girl with a brush and hair elastics.
Or when you sit your sorry adult ass on the sofa for a moment, unsuspecting of any imminent hair styling adventures about to take place on your noggin.
I was just sitting there, minding my own business, craving a little solitude and quiet to revel in my latest self-publishing milestone, when out of nowhere I was attacked with a hairbrush. 😂
This is what happens when you deny teen girls playdates with their gal pals. 😞 Meaning, I’m not denying them, COVID it. 😭
So the teen girl looked around and selected her next victim to be me, which wasn’t the worst thing, technically, but still…I mean, she’s pretty good, right? 😄
Lockdown is imminent again in Toronto. We are barely hanging on by a thread. But we are still hanging by a thread. So if she wants to style me, I have no issue with that. Technically. Beats her sitting in front of a screen for hours on end in her room with the door shut.
Besides, I think I like my pigtails. 😉