I do my hair, such as it is, whenever we are going somewhere.  I take a shower and shampoo it, condition it, comb it out, and dry it.  Then I use an iron to make my straight as a string hair straighter.

My husband has wash and dry hair.  Once in the car on our way to somewhere he turns off the air conditioning and opens all the windows in the car.  My hair whips around like a bull whip.  I cannot see!  He drives on and I complain.  I threaten to get out of the car at a light, any light.

When we arrive at wherever, my hair is tangled into knots.  It looks like old Barbie hair that the kids abused.  I try my best, but it is undone.

One of these nights I am going to take the dog grooming clippers to his hair and cut a nice big path across his head.  He knows I won’t and I will put up with this shit for as long as we both shall live.