Innovation

I have a habit of losing things. Often, very important things.

Remember when I lost my bra?

I have lost social security cards and birth certificates when they were needed to get a license. I have lost tax papers up until April 15. I lost my airline ticket the morning of a flight.

I lose things, and I'm used to it.

But for the past two weeks, I have not had a hairbrush. One of my sons is particularly fond of brushing his hair, then spending lots of time looking at himself. And if you've just made a guess as to which son it is, you are probably, surprisingly wrong. This son lost our brush.

Most people would just go out and buy a new brush. How hard is that? Heck, even if I found the brush, it's been chewed up by the dog and has only half of the tips left on it. Seriously, I need to go and buy a new brush.

But I haven't.

So I have found new ways to keep my hair combed and brushed. I've been very innovative when it comes to keeping my hair untangled. This morning, I used a flea comb/dread comb.

That's right, a flea comb.

And a toothbrush. (Don't tell Jon. It may or may not have been his.)

When I was outside walking today, someone said, "Oh my gosh, I didn't even know that was you. You look like you are about 21!" The first thing I did was acknowledge that she was my new best friend, and the second thing I did was snicker to myself that maybe, just maybe, using a flea comb and a toothbrush wasn't the worst possible thing in the world.

After all, it's better than the fork I used last week.