For the most part, I get ready in the morning and I don't look at myself in the mirror again until bedtime. As I was out and about running errands today, I kept thinking that the cashiers were giving me weird looks. I chalked it up to paranoia until I happened to catch a glimpse of myself in my car's rear view mirror. And saw this:
You know, if I saw YOU out and about and your hair was doing this, I would tell you. I'm nice like that. I wouldn't let you go around looking like a Who from Whoville.