You Put the Rum in the Coconut...

I tried a new shampoo. It contains coconut something-or-another that's supposed to make my hair look as full and luscious as the flowing locks flung in slow motion by the models in the TV commercials.

I washed my hair and blew it dry. I don't notice any more lusciousness from when I used my husband's dandruff shampoo, yesterday.

Although... while I was blow-drying my hair, I did find myself craving a pina colada.

Idiosyncrasies

It's rather strange, but for me very true....

I cannot concentrate, nor can I be productive when my hair needs to be washed. I've tried ignoring the nagging thought, telling myself it doesn't matter. But like a lone cricket chirping in the dead of a sleepless night, my brain ticks away at me, "Wash it. Wash it."

Everyone has their special weirdness, clean hair is mine.