Bad Hair Day

Just to show you a more sensitive side of me. I wrote this to comfort my wife when she had a bad hair day. Plaster from a recent paint job dropped down on her sink. She cleaned it with Scrubbing Bubbles and then went on with her morning ritual. When it came time to use her hair spray, she accidentally grabbed the scrubbing bubbles and sprayed away.

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BAD HAIR DAY

You know the day's nothing but trouble
As you clear the sink of plaster rubble
Then you grab the hair spray
And then spray away
With a can labeled as Scrubbing Bubble

So the day didn't start out all that great
Things will get better, just wait
You have scrub-bubbled hairs
And a husband who cares
Why worry the state of your pate

Mdailey
09/29/08

"When things are bad, we take comfort in the thought that they could always get worse. And when they are, we find hope in the thought that things are so bad they have to get better." Malcolm Forbes