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.
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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