WHY?

Why is it that today I have absolutely no where to go and no desire to go anywhere and I'm having an amazing hair day? AND I can guarantee that the next time I do have to go somewhere and want a great hair day it will look like a dust mop exploded from the crown of my head? Freakin' A.

I mean today it took all of like five minutes and next to no effort to brush and blow it into hair perfection. Tomorrow I will fuss with it, gel it, spray it, blow it, fuss with it more, fluff it, beg it, plead with it, threaten to cut it, cry, sob, moan and almost rip it out in handfuls and it still will not do a repeat performance. Damn.