“Knock! Knock!”
{Who’s there?}
“Easily distracted”
{Easily distracted who?}
“………………….”
{Easily distracted WHO?}
“What? Huh? Why are you yelling?”
The most amazing thing happens when I have copywriter’s block. I become empowered with a super-human awareness of the most wonderful, intriguing, time-consuming distractions in the world. Last night I worked on tweezing out a speck of dirt from a tiny skin pinhole on Max’s ear. Tonight? Well, tonight is even more special.
I’ve got the Jazz game on mute (you know, because I’m WORKING) and then for some reason, I clicked on one of the suggested blogs from my Google Reader and hey, whaddya know, I have just learned how to french braid, twist, puff, curl, and immaculately style hair for little girls. Seriously, check out this site Hair Today and lose yourself in the magic.
What’s that you say? You say I don’t have daughters? Why should that keep me from learning this incredibly artistic and important trade? What if I am called upon during a natural disaster to attend to the hairstyling needs of the young girls in my community? Knowledge is power, that’s what I say.
And if I have to practice a little on Max, well then, so be it. I think he’d look amazing with this or this. And—if I wait long enough before having his hair cut—this.
OK, back to work. You know, probably. Right after this commercial.
