Oh the perils of Who Hair

Who knew my hair might affect my writing? Turns out it does. You see, I have Who hair today and it ain't the pretty updo of Cindy Loo Who.

I woke up this morning looking a whole lot like Thing 1 and Thing 2. The only saving grace? My hair wasn't blue.

That's what I get for thinking that washing my hair last night would make for a faster morning. If you've ever had Who hair then you know just what I mean.

Excuse me now while I go turn the garden hose on my head so I can get back to my writing.