Domestic vignette 1

It takes three squirts of conditioner to bring my hair under nominal control, squirts that come out as squiggles. So I've been working on my technique: Swiping my hand quickly under the nozzle for a short, straight stripe, then wrapping it with squiggly strokes left and right. Pinch the pointy ends together and...voila! A trilobite!

Today's effort was passable enough that I called Dearest in from the next room to show off my new skill. Dearest laughed: "You're weird," and returned to the adjacent office.

Hmph. I'm not the one who finds trilobites funny...