I'm lazy as hell (actually, it's no secret, as I'm for too lazy to hide it). In some regards at any rate. I'm always game for thrifting something weird and probably gross or buying fancy underpants, but when it comes to washing my hair...damn it all, sometimes I just can't be bothered. I very much enjoy the end product, but the process is just so complicated and usually involves me being uncomfortably cold at some point. On days like these when I'm really pushing the envelope and can't stand to have the whole greasy scraggly mess touching me, I make like Heidi and braaaid.
Coincidentally, we also made an enormous vat of fondue this evening. I'm still in a foggy cheese-induced stupor. Heidi and her Goat Boy would have been thrilled.
