r.i.p. flat iron

delta airlines broke my flat iron.

(silence).

on my personal list of trivial things, my flat iron ranks quite high. definitely top 5. thank god my hair is short, this would have been a major disaster 2 weeks ago. somehow i managed to unpack it without realizing that it was in 3 pieces and didn't discover this until i was trying to get ready at 6:30 this morning.

i remember how mad mike was when i bought it 3 years ago, as this is not a walmart flat iron we are talking about here. however, he changed his tune when my bad hair days all but disappeared. so, he trapsed to the mall with daniel and the broken flat iron to buy me a new one.

i asked if they thought it was weird that a guy was buying a flat iron at 11:30 a.m. on a tuesday. he said, "no, what's weird about me being at the mall with a stroller and a broken flat iron in my diaper bag?"

there just aren't any other guys like that around :)

i know i should look into whether or not delta is responsible for replacing it, and i plan on doing that. what's important is that my hair will be straight once again tomorrow.

oh, and the verdict is out on my hair. i don't like it. i gave it a week and i just don't. no fault of my stylist, she did what i asked. so, i will be growing it out after the wedding, i guess.