We used to wash our hair in buckets and survive on toasted sandwiches, chocolates and soup.
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I used to help my granddaddy make sausage. He would mix it up in a cleaned-out washtub with his hands, no gloves. Man, if we did anything like that today, they would jack the jail up and throw us under it.
My mother taught me to wash my hair as little as possible, and to rinse it with Coke before a shoot for a sexy, tousled look.
I've had some real hair disasters.
When I'm not at work, I put deep conditioner in my hair and wear a baseball cap. I'll just roll around on the off-days with goop in my hair, and then just rinse it out.
When I was a child, I used to eat sugar Frosted Flakes with chocolate milk, but I digest, I mean digress.
For years, I stored my sweaters in the oven.
I baked bread, hand-ground peanuts into butter, grew and froze vegetables, and, every morning, packed lunches so healthful that they had no takers in the grand swap-fest of the lunchroom.
I used to comb my hair back and do stupid stuff.
It's a myth that you have to wash your hair all the time.
When I was a kid, my mother used to feed me mashed-potato sandwiches, brussel sprout sandwiches; my brain cells were starving from lack of food. I'll eat anything. I'll eat dirt.