Bad Hair Day
Rachel makes me laugh. She--who incidently has dead straight hair that is rarely rebellious--descended upon me with the camera just before, giggling loudly.
I looked at her wryly, "What?"
A giggle, "You're hair. It's such a rats nest!"
Indeed. We lived in the same room for fifteen years, haven't you ever noticed it before?
Like I said...she makes me laugh. She reckons her hair is boring, but sometimes I wish I could live with her assurance that her hair wasn't about to start doing cart-wheels at any and every inappropriate moment. Usually if my hair looks kind of cute I don't care what it's doing, but even then, I don't think I'll ever get over the spiral of terror I get every morning just before I look in the mirror. Some thing are better left unknown.
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