My hairbrush.
One might say that I'm rather... Attached to my hairbrush.
So when this happened...
I was understandably concerned.
Let's take a closer look, shall we?
So I came home from my choir concert and, lo and behold!
There was an identical hairbrush waiting for me to use!
Well, identical except for this...
Yes, I just really like adore my hairbrush. I honestly don't think I could live without it.
(And now it is time for the part of the show where E.F.C. sings a silly song)
BWAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!
ReplyDeleteThat was F.U.N.N.Y.
*snorts and giggles uncontrollably*
Haha, your picture makes me laugh. Love your blog!
ReplyDeleteI haven't even looked at the rest of your blog, but decided to follow based on this post alone.
ReplyDeleteThat happened to me once. Well, sorta.
I did break a hairbrush. But I wasn't brushing my hair. In fact, I was throwing it up and down in my room, while I was singing "Anything You Can Do" from Annie Get Your Gun and it fell on my laundry basket and broke.
I wish I was joking. Don't laugh, I remember that day painfully acutely.