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.

I have no idea what CJ's hair is really like. He has always kept it buzzed. I tried to get him to grow it out one summer and it maybe got an inch long before he couldn't stand it and begged me to get it buzzed again.

I do remember spending time with K-Bug, after she would wash her hair, combing it out and working through the tangles. There were tears, but she wanted her hair long, so she would suck it up and deal.

I've had my hair short for the last few years, so not much in the way of tangles, but now that I'm trying to grow it out, who knows.

Let us not EVEN speak of what happens to my hair during sex. Not. Even. Funny.

We need to send Teppy on one of those zero-g flights so we can get pictures of her with Space Hair.

Let us not EVEN speak of what happens to my hair during sex. Not. Even. Funny.

Snerk.

My hair is super fine, too, and very short right now. When I get up in the morning, it's not snarled so much as ... bent. Like, it's so fine, it just bends funny. My bedhead is legendary in this house.

I wonder if I have the patience to grow it out really long again.

I find that once mine is ponytail length it no longer takes patience to grow it out, just inertia -- and I have that in spades.

A fellow in our neighborhood opened up his own salon in the basement of his house and he gives a fantastic haircut for $30, including tip. This gives me such joy, I can't even tell you. We can never, ever move out of the neighborhood now.

I haven't colored my hair since the Fall, so I have been pleasantly surprised by the I'm-not-as-gray-as-I-thought-I-was discovery (although I have a lot more gray than my DH).

I haven't colored my hair since the Fall, so I have been pleasantly surprised by the I'm-not-as-gray-as-I-thought-I-was discovery

If I stopped coloring my hair now, I think I might discover the opposite. Sadly.