I love my blow dryer. It’s got a retractable cord and then it folds in half, for easy storage.

Scratch that. It HAD a retractable cord. The button broke and Tom fixed it with a little duct tape – 1002 uses.

Now it’s really feeling it’s age and the cord no longer retracts. Every day I dry my hair and every night Tom fights with that duct taped button and gets the cord back in.

Lately, I feel a lot like that hair dryer. I come unravelled and Tom tries to put me back together. I just hope he doesn’t put duct tape on my head.