My beauty tools

I'm going to share something I probably shouldn't.

I have been brushing my hair for YEARS with a brush without a handle.

And when I have to, a brush that declares my love for Troy.

Not only is this humiliating.  It is also probably offensive to Dan.  I mean, a married woman shouldn't be brushing her hair with a brush with another mans photo plastered on it.  But desperate times call for desperate measures.

See- my girls don't see the purpose in brushing your hair in the bathroom apparently.  I know this because I find the hairbrushes in the living room, dining room, their bedroom and sometimes in my van.  Every morning it's a crap shoot as to whether or not I will be able to brush my magical flowing mane at all.  (also know as 'rip the knots out of this mess on my head). 

Earlier this week, after my shower I got out the blow dryer and proceeded to grab the brush.  The brush that wasn't there.  Only this time, instead of hunting it down, I just went with it.  Afterward I wadded it all up into a knot and slapped a hairband around it.  I surrendered to never brushing my hair again.

And then it happened.

 This beautiful brush was hanging on the endcap at Target.................ON CLEARANCE.  For just $4.48 I could have my very own hairbrush.  All mine.  No strange men and an actual handle.

Could it be?

So I did it.  I took the plunge.  I bit the bullet.  I bought the brush.  And instantly when I entered the door Allyson used her laser vision to see through my white plastic shopping bags and asked who the brush was for.

IT'S MINE.  ALL MINE.  NEVER NEVER NEVER TAKE IT FROM MY BATHROOM.

As if that was going to change anything about my past hair brush experiences.

So I did what any other mother would do................

I tied it to my bathroom drawer handle.  OH YES I DID.

I would have preferred that fance metal chain like they have at the bank- but all I had was Chennile crochet yarn, so I worked with what I had.

And now- unless those turkeys bring back a pair of scissors, my hairbrush will always be right where it is supposed to be.  And I know they won't go to such trouble, because they lost the scissors weeks ago.