You Light Up My Life…
So the other night I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my hair and proceeded with my post-shower ritual of moisturizer, eye gel, etc. Then I used the mousse and started to blow dry my hair. That’s about the time my hair dryer blew up in my face. My fabulous super-duper high-powered, “this is the only thing that can blow dry Amy’s hair without frying it all to hell” blow dryer.
Within 45 seconds of beginning my drying routine there was a puff of smoke and bright orange sparks flying into my face. I could have lost my eyebrows or my eyelashes (DEAR GOD NO!!!!)!!!! Wow, I just realized that this could have damaged my eyes. Still… blind - ok, bald eyes… strange, freeeeeeeeaky! I did get a small burn on my cheek bone.
Thank God my hair was wet… I could have pulled a Michael Jackson right there in the bathroom!!
Let me make this clear - BLOW DRYER BLEW UP IN. MY. FACE!!!
My husband, who was brushing his teeth at the time, didn’t even notice. I know I heard several pops and cracks… he was completely oblivious. I could have spontaneously combusted or at the very least set myself aflame and he never would have noticed.
He noticed after it happened when I started screaming and threw the dryer into the sink. But, come on! Is that what it takes? Screams and throwing things?
On second thought… freaking duh.
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July 25th, 2007
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Men never notice anything…you could have burned all of your hair off, and he would have complimented you on the smell of your fart (your burning hair) and left you be. 
