Look, I didn’t get where I am today without a lot of on-the-fly thinking and improvisational wizardry. Who else but JD could come up with this dog poo scraper-off-er? That’s just pure genius AND it came right off the top of my head, yo.
So a few weeks ago I found myself alone in a strange hotel room facing quite a dilemma.
To set the scene:
A naked JD with a beautiful head of curls.
No shower cap.
You see, I had slept in curlers the night before JUST so I wouldn’t have to do anything more to my hair for the whole weekend, including wash it. Typically, an all-night curler session ensures that my hair will be sexily wavy for at least 2-3 days. Yes, it will smell pretty rank by Day 3, but everyone is so dazzled by the curlicues, they don’t notice. I hope.
All that work! I couldn’t get my curlicious hair wet! I hadn’t brought a shower cap, a ponytail holder or hair clip or ANYthing. And altho the hotel did provide some freebies, a shower cap was not included.
What to do, what to do.
I tried wrapping a towel around my head, but it wouldn’t stay put. The ice bucket was too small. Take a bath, you say? Nay. I know not whose naked butt touched the tub before me.
Then I saw it.
The Ziplock bag holding my giant novelty-size box of pills.
I think if you have a normal-sized head the bag won’t split open like this. But for all my fellow melon-heads out there, the split version worked just fine.
My curly hair stayed dry AND beautiful. I wish you could’ve seen it. No, seriously. Why the hell did I take a picture of my stupid fat head in a Ziplock bag instead of the before-and-after version, where I look relatively normal?
The things I do for you . . .