I went into the bathroom this morning around ten to take a shower. I noticed my mousse was missing. It isn’t just any mousse. It is Nexxus mousse plus volumizing foam styler. I need this mousse. It is MINE. So, aloud to myself I said, “Where the hell is my mousse?!!!!!!!!!” I probably also said DAMMIT as I opened and shut cupboards and slammed things around looking for it. The mousse helps my hair be less frizzy as does the Brazilian keratin anti-frizzy conditioner I use most of the time. What is funny about this is that there is nothing awesome about my hair. I just don’t want it to be frizzy. The only time my hair is awesome is on the day I get it cut and I let the hair stylist fix it so it is fabulous for that one day. Otherwise, I wash it, put too much conditioner for fear of tangles and frizziness and then I probably put too much mousse. By too much I mean more than necessary as I no longer have long hair but still use amounts needed for long hair from years of conditioning. (conditioning my hair and behavioral conditioning of putting too much conditioner into my hand)

So…I found my mousse. Lorie had my mousse on her table by her mirror and her make-up and other things that young hip women have. The only child in me was instantly furious. That mousse is MINE! I took it back to the bathroom so I could apply it to my totally not awesome middle-aged hair with natural highlights after washing it and applying too much conditioner. I briefly considered writing my name all over my mousse with a sharpie and leaving a note somewhere on the wall where the mousse goes. Then, I remembered that Lorie has siblings. She is probably used to sharing things with them and thought nothing of borrowing my mousse and leaving it on her table with her other youthful hip things. I said nothing to her about my mousse…it is only mousse after all.