Clap, clap, clap

I would just like to take a minute to give mad props to my hair.

I was at a conference the past two days, and when I got up yesterday I realized that I had forgotten a) my straightening iron and b) a brush.

So all I had at my disposal was a crappy hotel hair dryer and a comb.

I was not optimistic.

Usually, even with a full arsenal of products and tools at my disposal, I end up looking like low-flow Jerry by the end of the day:

But my hair knew it was go time, and it came to play.

So thank you, hair, for having my back. And for not being on my back, because that's just gross.