Poof
Humid days give me weird hair. Boing boing boing. Bouncy fluffy puffy boing boing boing. Also, I often go to bed with wet hair, because I exercise in the evening and it’s not dry from my post-exercise shower by bedtime. Let me tell you, the results are hilarious. Even when I go to bed with dry hair, it still gets fairly outrageous. I was self-conscious about it as a kid, and at sleepovers, I would work it into a braid before hitting the sleeping bag to try to keep it from looking like the Bride of Frankenstein by morning.
I don’t care anymore. The only one who sees it in the morning is Denny, and he’s not usually wearing his glasses then so he can’t see it very well. I probably look like an out-of-focus puffball, like a dandelion in its seed stage.
I’ve always admired people with straight, sleek, glossy, Marcia Brady hair. Alas, it shall never be mine, unless I wear a wig.
oh, honey, you ain’t seen frizz til you get a load a this!
and aprille, stop acting like you’re not criminally glamourous ALL THE TIME. we don’t buy it and we never will. believe me, we wish we could.
uh, am I weirding out you and your commerades by digitally gushing from time to time? I wouldn’t do it if ya weren’t so dang pretty. and talented. like WAY too talented for one human being. it’s either gushing like so, or jealousy and bitterness. I experienced the latter during a phase called junior-high-through-sophmore-year-of-college, and it didn’t work. I’d rather smile than envy. not to say I don’t get jealous, but it’s more Kimmy Gibbler than Heathers, know what I mean?
known for her keen ability to make sense, seriously,
Sarah M.
I have been accused of having a big head before (and not just from poofy hair), so it would probably be a good idea to cool it, just so people don’t think I’ve invented an alter ego named Sarah Marie just to compliment myself online. 🙂
I know you’re being nice and I appreciate it, but I would enjoy a conversation of equals even more.
Bald is the new black.
Hmmm?
I wasn’t bowing, just being in a good mood from summers and things.
I too, have been accused of being frightfully arrogant, and have decided there are worse things to be. which are also less fun.