Good morning, Angels!

All of the freak-out news people are calling today The Coldest Day of the Year. Round up your young and your womenfolk – we’re all going to die!

So, it was one degree below zero when I woke up today. Yikes.

As usual, I was running a little bit behind schedule this morning. I showered, washed my hair, and then commenced making myself presentable.

That’s when I learned that my hairdryer is dead.

Kaput. Gone. Off to the great beauty shop in the sky.

Luckily, my thickthickthick hair is shortshortshort, but it still requires a little help drying. You know, on account of the thickthickthick part.

So, yes, I drove to work this morning with the heater on full-blast to help dry my hair. And then I styled my hair in the ladies room at Corporate Behemoth.

You know it’s going to be a good day when packing your crap for work includes an array of hair care products. Although I do feel like I’m channeling my inner Farrah by having a big ol’ can of hairspray in my purse.