Saturday, May 28, 2011


Poor Jamie has inherited my hair. The color is fantastic (we've got ginger pride), but the texture is bordering on crazy. My mom always loves telling me that I had a red afro when I was little and that it took half a can of hairspray to pull it back into a ponytail.I always thought she was being ridiculous, but we can literally tell the weather by how Jamie's hair looks when she wakes up:
At least I had dry California air working with me; Jamie's got all the Texas humidity working against her.

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