Pumpkin Hair

This morning was wet and rainy and windy and otherwise miserable. As I trudged into work, I pulled my backpack on wheels in one hand, my other hand was desperately trying to hold my pumpkin spice latte and hold my hood on top of my head to protect my delicate self from the rain. It was precarious. My coffee spilled and the wind picked it up, splashing it into my face and hair. On the down side, my hair dried into stiff strand like the hair gel gag from "There's Something About Mary" and I did have a brush. On the bright side, I smelled pleasantly like pumpkin spice all day.