In my current financial state, even with all of my creative accounting skillz, I cannot muster the justification to spend $120 dollars on my hair. Hello, must pay the mortgage before financing highlights, right?
So, I had a mimosa. And took matters into my own hands. Going back to my roots, so to speak.
Pretending I'm Rachael Ray and this is my cooking show and the L'Oreal box is my garbage bowl... and in 30 minutes, I'll have a fabulous, healthy... head of hair.
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