The Queen’s Log

Every woman knows the meaning of a “bad hair day.” Its not just about hair, but that seems to be where the problem begins. Your hair is doing its own thing, your gray or some other color is showing at your roots, there’s no bounce, no body. Your hair is electric, standing on end, waving to every passer by. You put on your hat to go out in public but that does not help much. You have put off spending time fussing with your hair for a week because there are so many other priorities. The bad hair day continues. Its time deal with it. Take an aspirin, a hot bath and wash your hair. Color it, curl it, cut it, blow it dry. Do what every you have to do to look and feel better. Then curl up with a good book and a hot cup of tea. No television. No chocolate. No chips. Have some cole slaw an a stick of celery.

The following is an order from my council. I haven’t actually done it yet, but as soon as I post this I intend to follow the above instructions. My council is a group of my alternate personalities who are now taking charge of managing my life so I can relax and go with the flow. I don’t question them. They have a job to do.