Sometimes we wish we could hit the rewind button. Talk about an experience that you would do over if you could.
There is NO part of this that I wish I could not undo or unsee.
The even worse part is THIS:
Yep. That’s me. TODAY. Holding the very tool (the original) with which I mauled myself in the late 1980s – early 1990s. It still works (I plugged it in to check). In fact, I think we had a Winesday a year or two ago in which we guzzled white wine and crimped each other’s hair.
Why I have moved from Los Angeles to Washington DC to New York with that thing is well beyond me.