I had the luxury of a few extra minutes yesterday morning so I curled my hair. Normally, I take a flat iron and work out all the crazy pacific islander kinks and frizzes but this morning, I was all, “Mona, you do you, girlfriend.”
But, by the end of the day, the curls had straightened out and weighed down in limp flips around my face. It looked like I had fallen asleep in my car. It was a nice nap since I had used a stolen toilet paper roll for a pillow and a blanket fashioned out of chewed gum and lotto tickets. I fell into a gentle slumber recounting all the nice people at work who said, “You did something with your hair!”
