I don't think I am overstating things one iota when I say that when an 8th-grade boy with some special ed tendancies comes up to you and says, "Hey, Mrs. W., how are you? Your hair looks really bad today. It's sort of sticking up all over the sides", that you are, in fact, having a really bad hair day.
Soon after, I called and made my hair appointment for Saturday.
Soon after, I called and made my hair appointment for Saturday.
Labels: hair stuff, helpful beauty hints, my life, public humiliation
Maybe his mother, the hairdresser, gave him $5 to say that.
This is why I don't listen to 8th graders' opinions about anything.
I did impress my 8th graders today with the knowledge that not only do I know who Insane Clown Posse is, but I know the song "What is a Juggalo," which is why I didn't appreciate them singing it in class.
LMAO!!! :D