It's that time of year again. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, and my hair is a 2 foot diameter ball of frizz. One thing you can't escape in a mid-western summer is humidity. It's here and my hair is proof. Gone is smooth and shiney, gone are the controlled curls. I look like a before picture in a shampoo commercial. And please. Spare me the hair products lecture. My hair laughs at those.

And to think that last winter when I was lamenting my dry skin, I kept telling myself, Don't worry, when summer comes, all this dry flakiness? Gone like the wind. It seems I'd forgotten that while summer would bring a skin refresher, my hair would be cause for pointing and laughing. And that's just my kids. Strangers aren't nearly so kind.

Spring and autumn are my best seasons, but since we 0nly get 2 weeks of each here in Indiana, I guess I'll have to hope 80's hair makes a comeback. Big hair? I am so there.