Have you heard the song, "Just the way you are," by Bruno Mars? Of course you have. Who hasn't? And if by chance you've gone the last year and a half without hearing it, just tune in to 102.1 and you can hear it at least twice a day.
Anyway, I think it's a really sweet love song. When I listen to it, I like to pretend that it's the way Pat feels about me (I'm a a cheesy sap for romance, what can I say?). And for the most part, maybe he does agree with the lyrics to the song (although we'll never know because that would require him to actually listen to the song and pay attention to the lyrics. He despises Bruno Mars and he hates listening to the lyrics to songs so that pretty much rules that out).
Besides, there is one part of the song that in no way, shape or form could ever accurately describe me. Every time Bruno (yes, we are on a first name basis) gets to the part about, "her hair falls perfectly without her trying," I get extremely jealous of whoever this girl is who can just shower and let her hair dry naturally and it looks "perfect."
You may or may not remember this post in which I show you exactly how my hair "falls without me trying." Not only is it far from perfect, but it's far from cute or even acceptable to be seen in public. My options for styling my hair are as follows.
If you're a half glass full kind of person, which I'm trying really hard to become, you may look at those pictures and think to yourself, "Wow. At least you have several options." And you're right. But nonetheless, I've always been super jealous of people with naturally straight hair who really can just shower and go. Bruno just adds fuel to this already burning jealousy. Thanks a lot, Brun (yes, we are on a nickname basis).
And now that Cleveland broadcasters have gotten rid of not one but two of my favorite radio stations (yes, I'm extremely bitter), 102.1 is the only decent station I have left and they are notorious for repeating songs so I have to hear that song at least twice a day.
And each time I hear it, I wonder to myself, does Pat really love me just the way I am, or does he love me the way I am only after I've fixed my 80s hair? Because this is how my hair falls without me trying, and I can't imagine anyone, not even my wonderful husband, actually loving it....
Anyway, I think it's a really sweet love song. When I listen to it, I like to pretend that it's the way Pat feels about me (I'm a a cheesy sap for romance, what can I say?). And for the most part, maybe he does agree with the lyrics to the song (although we'll never know because that would require him to actually listen to the song and pay attention to the lyrics. He despises Bruno Mars and he hates listening to the lyrics to songs so that pretty much rules that out).
Besides, there is one part of the song that in no way, shape or form could ever accurately describe me. Every time Bruno (yes, we are on a first name basis) gets to the part about, "her hair falls perfectly without her trying," I get extremely jealous of whoever this girl is who can just shower and let her hair dry naturally and it looks "perfect."
You may or may not remember this post in which I show you exactly how my hair "falls without me trying." Not only is it far from perfect, but it's far from cute or even acceptable to be seen in public. My options for styling my hair are as follows.
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| Blow my hair dry and then straighten it with a flat iron = about an hour |
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| Let my hair air dry and then curl it with a curling iron = a few hours for drying and about a half an hour for styling |
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| Scrunch my hair with some sort of product and let it air dry. = 5 minutes |
If you're a half glass full kind of person, which I'm trying really hard to become, you may look at those pictures and think to yourself, "Wow. At least you have several options." And you're right. But nonetheless, I've always been super jealous of people with naturally straight hair who really can just shower and go. Bruno just adds fuel to this already burning jealousy. Thanks a lot, Brun (yes, we are on a nickname basis).
And now that Cleveland broadcasters have gotten rid of not one but two of my favorite radio stations (yes, I'm extremely bitter), 102.1 is the only decent station I have left and they are notorious for repeating songs so I have to hear that song at least twice a day.
And each time I hear it, I wonder to myself, does Pat really love me just the way I am, or does he love me the way I am only after I've fixed my 80s hair? Because this is how my hair falls without me trying, and I can't imagine anyone, not even my wonderful husband, actually loving it....
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