By The Wiz
…you know, in a superficial, “it’s not REAL happiness” kind of way. But it could be love. I just know it.
I am now officially in love with BedHead shampoo and conditioner. It was even on sale there, so it was below wholesale. I’ve been using the cheapest stuff I could find at Target (*cough* Suave *cough)and it works okay, but my hair felt a little like straw, frankly. After using this stuff today, I could not believe the difference. Now I have to keep my kids away from it, because I’m selfish like that, and want this shampoo to last for-EVER.
I have a new blow dryer. (Now, a little backstory: I’m lazy. I have short hair. Backstory over.) Blowing my hair dry always took like, 5 minutes tops. My old hairdryer was limping along on its last legs, making noises, with parts occasionally falling off. Now with this new baby, my hair is literally dry in 30 seconds. It’s unbelievably awesome. I am amazed at how happy this makes me. It’s also super tiny, which also makes me happy. I don’t know why, it just does. BaByliss Pro TT. I picked it because it was the cheapest one there. Getting to spend more time asleep and/or daydreaming in the shower knowing my hairdrying time is lightning fast is just, well, happy-making.
I have a new nail product that my cousin (the cosmetology license holder) swears will make my nails longer and stronger with ruthless efficiency. I look forward to that. I’m not much of a polish girl (except occasionally on my toes, because a sassy pedicure is awesomeness too) but the thought of having healthy, long-but-not-too-long, natural nails makes me smile. Of course, I’ll have to apply it daily, and again, the laziness, so we’ll see. But I have hope.
Pumpkin pie for breakfast is pure joy. In fact, pumpkin pie at any time. Bring it.
The weather right now could not be dreamier. Fall in Arizona, while lacking in the pretty leaves, is perfection otherwise. And it doesn’t end in winter. Not REALLY, anyway. It’s just like…one..LOOOOONGGG fall. Yay. Double yay.
My kids are not allowed to wear costumes to school. Happy happy joy joy.
My zip code in SLC is the WORST ONE, real estate wise, according to the paper today. YAY!! OK, this does not make me happy. But I’m in too good of a mood to let it bother me at the moment. Ask me tomorrow. I might answer you, or I might be too busy eating pumpkin pie, stopping every so often because I’ll get distracted by my beautiful nails as they bring the spoon to my mouth.