If I ever flip out completely and start attacking people, I think it'd be most fun to attack people with a Flowbee.

"Ha ha ha ha ha! Mullets for everyone!"

~ma to P-C's grandpa, bonny, and Theo's mom.

I have a lot of fine, straight hair that my mom swears was a beast to deal with when I was a kid. She always kept it short and she sometimes cut it (whoa) [link] She started with perms on me at about 12 or 13, and I believed her when she said my hair was terrible without a perm [link] Then when I had to start paying for the perms myself (at 19), I stopped getting them and discovered I actually really like my fine, straight hair . Especially when I figured out my OTHS (one true hair style) - the bob with bangs - which I've had off and on since I was 19 [link]

GC presents Cuteness through the Ages!

lisah, I meant to comment that your childhood photo was precious as hell. So adorable!

Much health ~~ma to your grandfather, PC.

*****

We are Buffistas and therefore like hypotheticals so let me ask you this one: Your company has a consultant that works on several projects at one, one of which being the office move. This consultant does not have any authority over anyone. TC send out an email regarding the big move and in the email states, "No work will be able to be done from either the old office or the new office."

To verify whether or not you have the day off, who do you ask?

You, because you're pretty.

To verify whether or not you have the day off, who do you ask?

Magic Eight-Ball?

Outlook hazy.

Then I guess I should call IT.

Well, neither of those answers occured to our receptionist. She boughts tickets and made plans to go out of town based on the email from the consultant. She never bothered to confirm with, oh, I don't know, HER BOSS until today. At which point she called me, pissed off at the consultant for telling her she had the day off. I asked her if she asked anyone and she said she "asked other people" and they thought the same thing she did. She is so very very young.

I had bright copper, thick, naturally curly hair as a kid, so my mother kept it long to my butt. She was willing to mess with it, so it stayed. I don't remember how old I was when we got it cut to just below shoulder length. I do remember she got the hair person to cut it off as a braid--and when we cleaned out her stuff after she died last year, we found the braid! She'd kept it for nearly forty years! I wasn't sure whether to be touched or horrified. My sisters and I all stared at it, then they looked at me, and I said, "Well, I'm not keeping it," and they looked relieved.

Anyway, Hubby wishes I'd grow it out, but it's getting long enough to pull out of my face and off my neck, and I've decided life's too short to go through a 90-degree+ summber with long, thick hair.