But in order to get to that, we have to start way before to the beginning of the story.
The beginning of the story is Saturday morning, my handsome man's birthday.
I made a big breakfast and then set to getting all the potluck food I needed for the next day done so my hair did that stylish sloppy pulled back tight bun look I never can rock but always do.
I had to stop at the grocery store and we needed milk - as usual - and as I was picking up the milk to put it back into my cart as we were checking out of the store, it slipped.
If a gallon of milk slips from your hand and falls to the ground in the check out line (with the owner of the store ringing up your bill), THIS will happen......
It will explode into the largest white firework of milk ever.
I am serious.
It rained milk, people. RAINED milk.
In the check out line.
I was drenched.
But through my milk soaked eyes I seen the rest of the milk pouring out to form the ocean of milk so I quick picked it up and tossed it into a waste basket behind me because thankfully no one was checking anyone out next to me.
Even the boys were speechless.
And I was mortified, I must admit.
We arrived home - a very short two minute drive - and I got the blow dryer out to dry my milk drenched hair.
I didn't have time to wash it because we were going to my parents for Hubby's birthday.
My hair looked....amazing.
I put a little hair spray in it and all night my hubby told me how great my hair looked.
Because we got home late, I fell asleep minus a shower and in the morning as I stumbled for the kitchen to start the water boiling for my cup of coffee, my husband said...."You look...."
I braced myself...
"...Great. You look really great. You don't even need to wash your hair, it looks so great."
I sorta thought he was teasing. But he was right.
This has NEVER happened to me.
So I bunched it up, showered, and then just shook my still dry hair out, sprayed it a little and went to church.
All day people commented on how nice it looked.
The phenomenal beauty secret?
Drench yourself in exploding milk and then don't wash your hair.
Of course, did we get ANY photo of my amazing hair?
Or, more importantly, of my husband and I on his birthday?
Not a single photo.
So you'll just have to take my word for it.