After looking in the mirror this morning, I had a mild panic. My hair is very curly. It was very uniformly curly this morning.

I ran in the bedroom. “M. Be honest. Do I look like Charles II?”

M, suddenly wide awake: “WHAT?”

Me: “I mean my hair. Does it have a Stuart Restoration thing going on?”

M: “No. God, no.”

Me: “Whew.”

M: “Although I should probably point out that all I really see is a big red blob.”

Me: “…”