(Photo by Getty)This morning, I woke up in a panic. Somehow, I managed to sleep through three alarms — how one doesn't wake up to a blaring Baby, Baby, Baby by Justin Bieber, I'll never understand — meaning I had just 15 minutes to choose an outfit, brush my teeth, make myself look, at the minimum, at least somewhat presentable, and run out the door.So as I was frantically spritzing down my super-fine locks with a cloud of dry shampoo — really, is it not the worst when you have no time to...
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