crisco

it all started this weekend when I used hairspray and a did a little teased hair poof :) ya know, where you "back-comb" I believe is the proper term?

well anyways. that turned into a sweaty messy bun when Drew and I rearranged the house AGAIN this last Saturday.

Needless to sayyy, I was excited to blowdry my hair when Monday morning rolled around.

i showered and started blowdrying when I realized I had a HUGE tangle in one spot on the back of my head. I couldn't figure it out, it was almost like I had gum in my hair, so I threw my hair up in a low bun and hit the grocery store before work for some little kid's detangler spray (ya know, the Fish bottle kind :).

went to work and decided to leave my hair in a bun and deal with the tangle that evening.

got busy, forgot about my hair issue and Tuesday rolls around. I was going to go to the DMV to change my name on my driver's license so I woke up extra early to make sure I had cute hair.

UMMM....

that little tangle? you guys. I had a knot in my hair that was as hard as a ROCK! I tried for about 30 minutes to brush it out (including using an ENTIRE bottle of conditioner on it) and had no luck. THere was NO way I was going to take my driver license picture with a rat's nest on my head so I get ready for work and make a pit stop at Supercuts.

Who knew Supercuts was open at 8AM? not I.

So i walk in, and show them my issue. She plops me down in the chair, and washed my hair with her "intense conditioner". another stylist joined in on the fun.

TWO HOURS LATER, my scalp is hurting soooo bad and they have made NO progress on this stupid thing. I am about in tears, because it is about an inch from the top of my head, so cutting it would give me little alfalfa pieces.

i go to work and i am trying to cover it up with a side-braid thing. i show my friend and she is like, "ohhh Lindsay, I can get that out!"

Then they look closer and touch it and say, "OH MY GOSH! WHAT IS THAT?!!"

guys, it wasn't like a loose matted little ball of hair. see that thing? IT WAS HARD AS A ROCK. I couldn't even get one part of a pick comb into it. not one little bristle.

so then a coworker had a brilliant idea. She suggested I get some lard and soak it in my hair. Umm.. minus the fact that I have no idea where I could get lard, I decided that might just work. 

next best thing?

oh yeah baby. 

i had a plan of action.

got home from work on Tuesday night and let Drew play an EXTRA game of Madden on his PlayStation. He was wondering why I was being extra nice...

little did he know the plans I had for him... ;)

i lathered up some good ole crisco in my hair and then kinda asked Drew to comb it out. 

hahahah. you should have seen us. He had a comb and you would have thought he was stabbing something the way he was handling that thing. 

he would stab the "hairball" and then I would just hear a ripping noise as he destroyed my hair!!

and then he would narrarate, "oh BABE! THIS IS CRAZY! What is this?????"

I thought he was making it worse, but he was starting to loosen up the knot. 

after I saw the pile of hair that he had pulled out, I decided it was time for the scissors. 

He snipped off the knot (how my hair got that that I still do NOT know) and then I SOAKED my head in some keratin stuff. 

ta-daaaaaaa :)

there wasn't even a bald spot. :)

and my hair has never been so moisturized :) 

the trooper that is my husband looked up at me at one point, wearing ziplock baggies on his hands and sticking them in Crisco and said, "hmm. is this how I will be spending my nights now? Is this what married life is about?" :)

but his best remark from the evening: (even beating out one point when he was saying, "oh babe, we are at the BEAST of the knot. We got it made."

"okay linds. you have to wear a Katniss braid to bed so this NEVER happens again."

:)