This is not a paid endorsement, so take a look at this totally logical invention for drying thick or curly hair. Think about it. Women are always using their fingers to separate strands of hair to promote faster drying. This bad boy has ventilated plastic fingers that reach through all the layers with 360-degree drying. You just fit it on the barrel of your hairdryer and say goodbye to frizz. If you don’t think this is a godsend then you probably don’t need it, but for everyone else, check it out:
When Husband first saw my Deva Curl magic fingers sitting on the vanity counter, a look of confusion and anticipation passed his face until I told him it wasn’t a bedroom toy or anything that might apply to him. Then he asked, “Where are you keeping it?” which was an interesting question since we have some bathroom issues regarding space and territory.
Our master bath has a long, roomy vanity counter with double sinks. I admit right here that they are not His and Hers. They are Mine and Ours. I have a collection of cosmetics and beauty tools surrounding Mine that don’t want to be splashed on. So we keep the toothbrushes and soap by His/Ours and both use that one because who cares if anything gets wet over there? Make sense? As proof I offer a tour of our house Husband once gave to a visiting couple. Reaching the master bath, he gestured toward the vanity and said, “As you can see, we have two sinks. This one is mine, and the one with all the makeup around it is The One My Wife Never Uses. The visiting wife said, “What’s your point?”
When Husband and I got married ten years ago, he sold his co-op and moved into my house mainly because my children were still at home, and also because I really didn’t want to move. I have to be honest; when I set down roots they reach Middle Earth. Husband was being so flexible and agreeable that I decided to make a huge gift to him. My favorite thing about the master bedroom is the little porthole window on the upstairs landing facing the double doors of the bedroom. When the doors are open and you’re laying on the right side of the bed drifting off to sleep, you can see the lights of the planes flying by the porthole window on their way to and from the airport. It’s magical. They pass right through the center of the glass like sparkling birds in the distance. I told Husband I wanted to give up my side of the bed for him because I knew he would like it better. Without asking any questions, he said thank you and took it. He’s been on that side ever since, a stretch of time during which I have missed the planes, but relished the satisfaction that he now had the pleasure of seeing them.
Until one night about five years ago when we were having one of those high octane marital “discussions” about who was doing the most compromising in our relationship. We were each tossing out all the things we’ve done for each other and finally I exploded with, “I gave up my side of the bed for you! I never see the planes anymore!” To which he replied, “What planes?” I said, “The planes from the airport! Outside the window!” He looked around the room with his arms raised and asked, “Which window?” Now nearly hysterical, I pointed to the porthole and yelled, “That window! The plane window! I can’t see it from my side of the bed!” He yelled back, “I can’t see it either!” It then dawned on me that once he takes off his glasses and gets into bed, he can barely see the alarm clock. I was so upset over those wasted years of unappreciated sacrifice, all I could think to do was go in the bathroom and splash water on my face and all over Our sink.
Daughter’s Featured Fotos make Pointed Statements
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