Okay, so it's not a hurricane, it's not a tsunami, it may not even be the end of the world. But, believe me, it's a disaster for me.

I was getting ready for work this morning, and, as I always do, I dry my hair, put on my makeup, and as I'm sectioning my hair, I turn on my flat iron. However, this morning, it would not work. After about 15 minutes of panicked attempts of pressing the 'reset' button, Vaughn woke up & my eyes were filled with tears. When I told him what was happening, he immediately took out his tools to try and fix it. Poor guy - he took one look at my head and knew he had to perform a miracle. When that didn't work, he took out the soldering iron to try and make a connection in the wires. Nope. Nothing.

When I say I have naturally curly hair, its kind of an understatement. I mean, if I had intended on wearing my hair curly today, it probably would have looked great, because I have corkscrew curl - but it takes a LOT of work to make it look good. I have to use a ton of product and a diffuser. When I'm intending on wearing my hair straight, I just turn my head upside down and wait until the hair dryer does it's job. The result is that I look like a mixture between Gene Simmons and Don King. That's when my flat iron does it's magic.

So, here I am, having had to use a bottle of shine and a curling iron to straighten this nest on my head - all so I can look presentable enough to make it to the hair salon to purchase another straightener before I have to go to work.

Just to give you an idea of what my hair is like, allow me to share a few photos of my childhood. When my mother took me for my 1st haircut, the hairdresser couldn't even get a comb through my hair. She had to grab it in clumps and cut it right to the skull. I looked like a little boy for years. Needless to say, I have total hair issues.