When I got home from work today, my husband was standing in the kitchen with a quizzical expression on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“Did you get your hair cut? It looks different,” he said.
“Yeah, I didn’t get much sleep last night. It’s flat.”
“Your hair is flat because you’re tired?”
“Yes. I got four hours of sleep.”
“Ah, so your hair said, ‘You go on. I’m just going to lay here.'”
It’s a theory I have.