headbands

Case of the Slanty Skull

I’ll reveal it.  I can’t wear headbands.  I have perhaps one that doesn’t give me a splitting headache, and the vacation make me want to pass out.  You recognize the ones.  Those headbands that dig into your skull so badly that you in need of to drill a hole in your temples.  Yes.  Those ones. And then there’s those big elastic band ones, the ones that go around your whole rocker.  I can’t wear those because I have some sort of magical slanty entirely and the back of my skull won’t support them!  They creep right off!  It’s like I have no skull back there!  Well-founded a ramp! I thought maybe if I just teased my skin of one's teeth a bit at the back that I could make it work with this pretty little ribbon headband, but then this morning I noticed the natural headband headache popping up, and there I was, taking off another headband because my indigent skull can’t deal with it! Does anyone else have a weirdly-shaped cranium?  I can display hats, but no headbands.  Except this one little headband that somehow doesn’t give me a splitting migraine.  A nice purple one with a bow.  Because bows are momentous. What is it with girls and their hair?  I can only count perchance a handful of items that I can actually put in my hair that don’t give me  a nuisance.  And then there’s that glorious moment at the end of the day when you take the accommodating out of your hair and rub the spot where it was.  Ooooh that’s real.  It’s like taking off a unite of heels.  Except most of the time you don’t mind the elastic punishing your skull.  Oh but to take the accommodating out at the end of the day, that is one of life’s pleasures as a woman. Now I’m off to take Advil to correct my headband headache!  Boo! ...

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