So today I had the motivation to bathe. Well, I was forced into it because one of the short ones forgot their lunch. Obviously I can't walk in there looking like total shit. My friend uses Wen, she likes it. She thought I should try it, so she ordered a travel pack or something.
I tried Wen today. This is my unpaid, unasked for and slightly censored review.
So I soaked the locks and put a ton on my hands and rubbed it in my hair, added a ton more and again more. I read the directions, massage vigorously for 1-3 minutes. Okay? About two minutes in my arms were on fire and had to leave the tub because I smelled diaper cream. Shit! The kid is eating diaper cream? Again? I am fairly certain I am on their recurring customers list at the Poison Control Center.
No one was eating or painting in ass cream ( totally makes you wan to run to the freezer for ice cream, right. You welcome for the dose of daily diet) so I got back in and looked at the next step. Comb through hair. Yeah that shit isn't gonna happen. I couldn't tell you the last time I brushed my hair. Probably sometime between kid 2 and 3. I smelled it again. What the Hell? I got back out and looked around. What the F is that smell?
I go back to the directions. Leave on for 3-5 minutes. I left the tub at least 3 more times. Again, what the Hell is that? And my head is burning! Back to the directions. Comb through and rinse thoroughly. You bet your ass I will rinse thoroughly my head is on fire. I checked the mirror to see if my hair was actually on fire, clear.
What the hell is that smell? I can't pinpoint it. It is almost like diaper cream with a little toothpaste and touch of vomit. What is it? Oh yeah, that would be my hair. Epic fail Chaz Dean. I would like to personally thank you for making my hair smell like a baby with a bitchin rash.
Not to mention my hair has an added hue of ashy blonde and looks like a drunk rat was attempting to build a home in this stringy mess on my head. Thanks Chaz Dean, now I have to comb my hair. Asshole.