Today is a bad hair day.
Yesterday I wore an ugly headband and today I’m wearing a hat even though it makes my head sweat in the near 90-degree temps.It’s because I have bangxiety.
I forgot yesterday was Travel Tuesday and I was supposed to blog about the Yuma Territorial Prison.
My absent-mindedness is because I have bangxiety.
I can’t wait until tomorrow when I have a haircut scheduled.
My impatience is because I have bangxiety.
Thanks to Fab Over Forty, I learned a great new word (bangxiety!) and confirmed my recent decision to adopt forehead fringe. Kari Schultz over at Fab Over Forty blogs that bangs are not frumpy but fabulous for those of us nearing middle age.
Yes, for the first time in 25 years, I got bangs 48 days ago. They were awesome for the first six weeks. I looked decades younger, I’m positive. But now they’re driving me wild with bangxiety! This is always the problem with bangs, I remember ruefully. Time passes, hair grows. And I. Can’t. See!
Now I know why the Shaggy D.A. had a nose for mystery. He sure didn’t have the eyesight for it!