As the girl who drooled over this boyish, thin on top, slightly feminine genius of physical comedy, I was so happy to hear this. (And now you know why I lurve Bryan.)

So, I’ve had this screen up for half an hour.  But I got side tracked.

Because Toni Brattin was on HSN yesterday, and she completely has me craving fake hair.  Now, I’m not one of those losers who wears fake hair and tries to pass it off as her own.  Oh no, I’m one of those classy gals who will actually remove the piece from her head at the lunch table and pass it around so everyone can marvel at it.

Oh, yes: they marvel.

I would love to say that this obsession is a southern thing (as in, watch any episode of “My Name is Earl” and you’ll see Joi with approximately eighty-thousand pieces in her head), but I’ve had this love of fake hair ever since I was a little girl.  Jenni always had the ass-length, blonde hair.. and mine was always short.  If I grew it out, it looked crappy.  My hair was meant to be short.  That doesn’t mean I don’t like to wear it up every now and again.

Voila!  Enter Toni, my goddess of weave.

Since I know that you’re browsing through the products anyway (because no one can resist it..), let me personally recommend the Toni Twists.  I discovered these little beauties while waiting tables, because it’s statistically proven that the hot girl makes more money than the fugly one.  These kept my hair up and out of my face, but it looked damn hot and perfect the whole shift.  That, my friends, is quite a feat when you work in an environment known for “slingin’ wings”.

My hair is not quite to the point of a ponytail yet, though, so I’m just drooling over things I can’t have.  They do have new extension sets, but I tried one and they didn’t work for me.  I completely was rocking the she-mullet it created, but Bryan calmly asked me to remove the beasts from my head.  And his level-headedness scared me.

As far as the colors are concerned, I’ve often walked into my stylist’s chair with the pieces and said, “Make me match that.”  So have no shame.  And what woman doesn’t put color in their hair anyway?

Speaking of: Bryan discovered his secret hero power the other day.  He makes women with virgin hair turn crazy.  But since I had long since whorified my hair when we met (I was in my “What color red is on sale THIS month?” phase), I was immune.

G’mornin!

I GIVE UP — who, oh, who lives in Haiwaii and visits my site every day?!  Why have you not invited me to visit you?!