I busted out of my comfort zone yesterday

I went to the mall.

I have a certifiable aversion to malls

comparable to my clinical aversion of heights.

My palms get sweaty, my heart beats crazy, my head swims.

Unfortunately the need for back to school clothes trumped

so I faced my fears

and did my part to stimulate the economy

and guess what else I did yesterday -

I bought hairspray at the salon.

I haven't owned hairspray since the early 1990's.

I told the hairdresser as much

and she told me to be careful, that I was dating myself.

I wanted to tell her to be careful because her tip was in jeopardy.

The hairspray is called Big Sexy Hair.

I'm hoping less for the Big and more for the Sexy.

We banned the word sexy in our house a few years back.

It's not cute coming out of a little boys mouth.

Soon after enforcing the ban,

I purchased Short Sexy Hair gel for their spiky cuts

and they were inextricably mortified.

I had to blacken the offending word out with a sharpie.

But anyway

I just wanted to let you know

that for a day I was a mall shopping, sexy haired consumer.

Today I'm more of a ponytail, waffle making, slave driver

but whatever,