My children are always wandering off with my hairbrush. Today I finished my makeup and pulled my hair out of a pony so I could attempt to tame it before book club. Finding all hairbrushes vanquished from my bathroom, I curled and sprayed my bangs and went downstairs in search of one. I seriously have at least 50 hairbrushes hiding in my house by now. Perhaps they're hanging out somewhere with all my pens, socks, and spoons?
Once downstairs I saw my cookie recipe book sitting on the table and realized my intended cookies for book club would only become a reality if I started them right away. Skimming the recipe chosen earlier in the week, the one I had already bought all the supplies for, I realized that it required 2 hours chilling time, which was approximately 3 hours longer than I had available. Thinking it would have something quick in it, I pulled out a Jello and Pudding recipe book and started looking. Of course, I didn't have any pudding in the house so I grabbed my keys and ran to the store.
As I circled the store I tried to convince myself that buying a candy bar would be alright since I missed lunch (while simultaneously trying to convince myself that the plate of macaroni and cheese I ate didn't actually count as lunch). Somewhere between the peppermint extract and Cool Whip isle I was stopped short when a deeper thought worked its way through: I had never found the hairbrush I went downstairs to find.
For several minutes I'd wandered the grocery store (the one nearest my house instead of my regular one, so I really was wandering quite lost looking) with my poor unruly hair completely untamed. I may or may not have been muttering under my breath about the store's layout and poor signage. I may or may not have stopped and stared at the candy isle longer than an adult woman should. I may or may not have started break dancing in the middle of the isle (okay, that one is a NOT, but did you enjoy the mental picture?) I may or may not be the local crazy woman, I'll leave it up to you to decide.