We’ve been together for a long time. You first came to me at Christmastime when I was in sixth grade. That was over 20 years ago!
You helped me through the bad-hair eighties (actually, it was mostly your fault!). You helped me get through junior high dances and high school proms. You came away with me to college, and moved with me into my first house.
But now it’s time I let you go. You’re probably not safe anymore. I’m sorry. I’ll miss you!
So 1986, isn’t it?
OK, so I’ve spent the entire day cleaning and organizing my bathroom, partially because I needed to put away the new hair dryer I got for Christmas. It’s been sitting in the living room ever since. But, the bathroom really needed to be cleaned/organized, anyway!
you’ve had your hairdryer since high school? Oh my goodness – they don’t make them to last now then do they? I don’t think I had a hairdryer then, but I might have borrowed mum’s occasionally (implying many, many hours of teasing to get those fabulous fringes/bangs without a hairdryer). Since then I’ve been through several hairdryers – possibly because I invest in the cheapest, smallest travel version that will fit in a backpack. Last year I branched out and bought a super dooper good one – may it last as long as yours!