When I moved to the new house (at the start of the year) I lost my curling iron. Now, it's not like I need a curling iron, or ever really used it, but I got it for free and I'm told it was a decent one. So I didn't really want to lose it. But somehow, between the Hall and the new house, the curler disappeared.
I carefully checked everywhere it could be, because I had a lot of boxes, and I know that duffle bags and suitcases have a lot of hidey pockets big enough for a hair curler. And yet, it was lost.
Until I took out the bag I'm taking to BlogHer, and my curling iron jumped out and smacked me in the face. Seriously, it was right there in the main pocket, not hiding at all.
The Good Hair Day picture I included in my post for the Contest I MUST Win may have a rival for the title.
If only I had make-up on. But alas, the curls had dropped out by the time we got to that part of the proceedings (not really, surprisingly) so that other picture is safe. But dude, CHECK OUT THOSE CURLS! I'm quite impressed with myself.