Sunday, May 8, 2011


It's a funny thing.  My mom spent most of her life hating her hair.  I'm pretty sure she asked Santa for stick-straight blond hair more than once.  He didn't deliver.

So her complete obsession with my curls has me wondering...

...if curls are such a pain, why does she think mine are the greatest thing she's ever seen?

I hope this isn't a trick.  You know, like, "Oh Juj, this will just be a quick poke," and then BAM, stabbed in the leg three times.

Well, I know where my hair is now.  All I have to do is find the baby scissors if these curls get out of control.

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