My husband and I were out of town attending a team meeting, just an overnight stay at a ski resort a couple of hours north of where we live. When we arrived, I realized that I had forgotten my hairbrush at home. Ack! The shop on-site was closed and would only open at 10am the following morning – which wasn’t practical since our meeting started at 9am. Ever the resourceful one, I borrowed a (clean) fork from the dinner buffet thinking it was better than nothing.
The following morning I used the fork to slowly, but surprisingly effectively, “comb” my hair into some semblance of a hairdo. I came away from the bathroom mirror feeling pretty happy with the results.
Chris looks at me and says: “What the fork happened to your hair?”
This is what I live with people…. 🙂