Barbie’s been pouting for weeks. Ever since that Ice Bucket Challenge. Apparently, she thinks I messed up her hair.
Just because it had a few leaves in it. And dirt. And blades of grass.
For the record, there was absolutely no dog poop present.
I was so sick of all that whining that I decided to give Barbie a makeover at the Nerdling Hair Salon. (That's how considerate I am.)
Don’t worry, Barbie. I’m a gifted hair stylist.
I shampooed her hair, successfully removing all yard debris. I then applied fabric softener to make her hair silky.
After combing and blow-drying Barbie's hair, I decided that it was just too stinkin’ long. As Al Gore once said, "You should never be able to sit on your own hair."
So I got out my scissors and went to work. I used all kinds of interesting angles and styling strategies. I call this the "RPM" (Retro-Punk-Mullett):
And I think she looks beautiful.
Except that blond is so unoriginal. Barbie needed some highlights. I went to Food Lion for some Kool-Aid.
It brings tears to my eyes.
For some reason Barbie was not at all happy with her new do. And I’m getting sick of her attitude. I feel very unappreciated.
I think I’ll get started on my next project.