So, the next day, still filled with confidence, I dried my hair again...and it was terrible. Jeepers! No re-do for me this time, too tired, went to bed.
Next night the little guy begged me to do his hair. His rather short, not-curly-anymore hair. I explained the purpose of the diffuser and he insisted anyway. So, I gave the kid some big Texas hair. It poked out everywhere. He hated it...of course. He picked up the dryer intending to do I don't know what, and it wouldn't turn on. It was D.O.A.
Apparently using a dryer with a diffuser NOT as intended causes it to self-destruct. Back to Target it went...and, no, I didn't get a different dryer. This messy haired chick is happily going back to her lazy ways.
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