"You're Messing Up My Routine!"

As I think back to my growing up years, I wonder how in the world six of us all got ready to go somewhere with only 1 bathroom. I'm talking sink, commode, and shower. I don't usually have any interference getting ready as I am up and ready before anyone else stirs; but the weekends are something different. This past Sunday morning as we were getting ready for class and worship, I was reminded that the bathroom isn't mine. I'm only a tenant, a mere renter. I am standing in front of the mirror that stretches across most of the wall and I find myself dodging blasts of hot air from the hair dryer. I am getting pretty good at avoiding the air but sometimes my timing is off and my hair gets blown out of place. After about 3 times I look at Jodi and say with a look only, "Watch where you are facing that dryer!" She replies in a sarcastic tone with more meaning attached to the tone than the actual words, "Well, you're messing up my routine!"

Just for the record, here is the routine: there is the hair dryer that might rival one of those automatic car wash dryers, three curling irons, one of which is supposed to straighten hair (what!?), two baskets of who-knows-what, various gels and potions, brushes, combs, and picks, and hairspray. Don't expect me to know the order those things are applied or to what proportions they are rubbed in or on. I think it depends on whether the hair is going to stay curly or get straightened. If I could see which shampoo and conditioners were used I might get a clue. That is right, the choices are Frizz Eeze or Surely Curly or something like that.

My routine takes me every bit of 7 minutes start to finish. It is the same everyday and includes four things; a comb, brush, gel, and a squirt or two of hairspray. Sometimes I think my hair could just fix itself. It has been the same for most of my life. It started with the "regular hair cut" at Sam Fisher's shop. I went through the 1980's part down the middle (I earned the name Moses in college, you know parting of the Red Sea), I went back to the part on the side in 1990 and stayed that way until I went with the bangs (whoa! what was that all about?) Now I am back to the part on the side and my hair just automatically goes there. I think I hear it thank me everyday for not putting it through the hair tonics, you know the ones that makes your hair look thicker than it is or more frizzy or the ones that make your hair stick to your head.

I guess 2 days a week I can live with messing up the routine if Jodi can. Renting the bathroom is ok too, it means I don't have to clean it!

I am thankful that Jodi takes the time to "fix herself up" even though her more abiding beauty is on the inside.