Yesterday was a gorgeous day. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, the breeze was wafting.
Well, actually, it was more than a breeze and way more than a waft.
It was downright windy.
As I walked from the car into the high school for a meeting, my hair was blowing back. If the puppy had been there, his ears would have been flapping around in the wind. The American flag was standing straight out.
I felt like I was in a commercial for some sort of amazing shampoo. Look at me! My hair billows! The sun was shining and lighting up my hair like a halo. Look at me! I’m in a hair care commercial with great lighting!
I turned the corner and the wind started swirling around. My hair blew straight across my face, momentarily blinding me.
I felt like I was in a commercial for Don’t Let Your Hair Do This. Look at (excuse me while I try to get my hair out of my face) me, thwffft, I don’t want to eat my hair, ffffthw.
Just as the meeting ended, the heavens opened.
And by “relentlessly” I mean it was ridiculous.
I’d brilliantly parked only about 20 feet from the overhang. Didn’t matter. I was soaked by the time I got to the car. Wet hair. Drowned shirt. Waterlogged shoes. Drenched pants.
Look at me. I’m staring in a commercial for drowned rat.
Hopefully I’ll dry out by August.