I Tell You This Story at the Risk of Enduring an Onslaught of Blonde Jokes

Last Christmas, my kids bought me a hot-pink blow dryer, after my old blow dryer died. I love everything about my hot-pink blow dryer. I love that my kids picked it out and they chose hot pink. I love that it matches my hot pink flat iron. And I love that it dries my hair quickly. Like I said…everything.

Except for one thing: The cord is ridiculously short. I’m not kidding.

My electrical outlet is on the side of my vanity, about hip-height. Which means, for the last year, I have been blow-drying my hair in a slightly crouched position. Not for a year straight—I do take breaks from blow-drying my hair to feed my kids and vacuum. And it’s not the entire blow-drying time. It’s mostly when I’m drying the left side of my head.

Anyway, last Sunday, as I was crouched next to my vanity once again, blow-drying the left side of my head with my hot pink blow dryer, I finally admitted to my husband that I was sick of the short cord. All the crouching and subsequent back pain was not worth it. I either need to start using an extension cord (which I remember hearing years ago is bad for some reason?) or I need to hurt my children’s feelings and go buy a new one.

“Doesn’t it have a retractable cord?” Jon asked.

Huh?

I gave it a yank, and suddenly the cord grew another 8 inches, give or take.

Why yes.
Yes, it does.
Have a retractable cord.
Right there’s the button that says “Press to Retract.”

Never mind.