Friday, October 23, 2009
My hair is soaking wet at the moment
It takes me 45 minutes to blow dry my hair. Only to make me look like Mufasa. So then I takes another 30 minutes to either flat iron (i love you chi) or curl it to not be so huge in public. Why even blow it dry you ask? Because my sister thinks I'm a rag doll when it's wavy and my husband says things like "had a rough day?" Enough pressure. I brake every ponytail holder that tries to fit around my hair and sometimes hair stylists tell me not to come back to them. That's why I stick to one person now. As a little girl, I could never look cute in pig tail braids because everyone told me it looked like two giant ropes where coming out of my head. It took me and Michael 30 minutes to take all the bobby pins out of my hair on our wedding night. If I cut it short, I'd look like Bozo the clown.
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3 comments:
Megan, I love you and your hair stories, haha. I never knew hairstylists had asked you to not come back! that's just mean. And 30 minutes? dang, that must have been painful.
Oh girl. I empathize. My hair was so big in 10th grade it went outside of the yearbook photograph.
One consolation - even if you happened to start balding, you'd still have more hair than the average person.
Love,
Lora
I like your hair a lot, Megan. I think it's really fun. I mean, Mufasa is awesome!
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