Last Friday night, Jordan and I went to a wedding. So I showered (obviously) and then I dried and straightened my hair. Then I stared at my straight, dry hair in the mirror and wondered how I could fix it in a way that didn't include just letting it hang long down my back in all of its split-ended glory.
So I tried something.
And it worked and looked (in my opinion) awesome. ON THE FIRST TRY.
And because I know it was just beginner's luck and it will never look this good again, I had Jordan take a picture of it.
Then I embarrassed Jordan by taking pictures of myself in the car on the way there.
He was all "what are you doing? people are looking at us!"
And I was all "who cares? and they're not looking. they're driving. just like you should be."
But anyway, who is he to talk about embarrassing? He's the one parading around with a creepster mustache (and at a wedding, no less; the place you really should try to be the least creepy).
Apparently it's mustache "Mo"vember... something to do with promoting men's health. I think he's just looking for another excuse to shave his facial hair into something ridiculous.
(ie., the civil war beard he wore all summer long in celebration of the 150th anniversary.)
|But showing you this photo isn't really the point.|
So what is the point?
*(here's where the math part comes in)
Cute hair > Creepster mustache
Creepster mustache + Cute hair = Mostly cute but also slightly creepy couple photo