Crap, I've been meaning to get a haircut for ages and now I have to go out of town again next week. Wonder if she can squeeze me in before then. Wonder if I can squeeze it in before then. Dang.
Spike's Bitches 44: It's about the rules having changed.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Emeline's hair is very thick and very fine and tangles like woah. I want to grow it out, but I'm also tired of fighting with her in the mornings when it tangles and I comb it and it hurts her, poor noodle. Maybe I'll go back to her bangs and bob.
Funny, but I can't remember my mom's combing my hair, not even once. I vaguely remember that it might have hurt, and then I tried to do it myself. And it stayed that way, long enough for me not to remember other options.
Sara's hair is SO fine. And when she sleeps on her back and gets up in the morning, the back looks like she ratted it. It's horrible to comb out. When she gets out of the tub, I use some leave-in conditioning milk stuff on her, and it helps a little.
Dylan has the flimsiest hair I've ever seen. Fortunately he's a boy, so I keep it untangled by regularly attacking him with clippers.
My hair is currently long enough to hold a pony tail for the first time since college. I wonder if I have the patience to grow it out really long again.
I remember it being painful to have my hair brushed when I was little.
I also know that when I had really long hair - for about ten years straddling my 20s and 30s - I had to braid it before going to bed lest it get horribly knotted during my sleep.
My hair is currently long enough to hold a pony tail for the first time since college. I wonder if I have the patience to grow it out really long again.
Oh my GOD, I just remembered you were in my dream the other night! And your hair was so long, I barely recognized you! I was having you and the family over for dinner, and you had blue nail polish on, and you didn't make fun of my cooking, and you had these long, gorgeous CURLS.
Wow, weird.
I was having you and the family over for dinner, and you had blue nail polish on
Ha! I must have been astrally projecting from 1999!
Clearly!
Sara's hair is SO fine. And when she sleeps on her back and gets up in the morning, the back looks like she ratted it. It's horrible to comb out.
That's me right now. One morning I was trying to brush out my hair and kept saying "Ow! Ow! Ow!" Since it was within the time frame of the Horrible Very No-Good Back Pain, when he heard me yelping, The Boy walked over to the hallway so he could see me, because he thought it might be back pain. When he saw me brushing my hair (or trying) he laughed and laughed until I told him to go away.
Let us not EVEN speak of what happens to my hair during sex. Not. Even. Funny.