Last night I spent nearly 3 hours curling my sister’s
hair. As I was curling I used lots of
moose, lots of patience, and listened to a whole lot of music.
People think my
hair is thick. My side braid (containing
all of my hair) is one of my sister’s pigtail braids. The thickness of her hair is double mine. Hence the 3 hours of curling.
This morning she had a choir concert and her hair had to be
curled, which is why we did it last night.
We were worried that it wouldn’t stay in during the night when she
slept, but when she got up 6 hours later we discovered that it had remained
mostly intact.
Granted, I could have fixed a few curls, but I wasn’t
exactly willing to remove myself from my bed to do so.
She sprayed on additional hairspray and called it good. I decided a little later to actually get up
and attend the concert to see her hairdo in action.
After I got ready I pulled out my handy-dandy-iPhone and look
up directions to her concert, just to make sure I knew I was going to the right
place.
It dutifully gave me directions back to Seattle
instead.
I guess that’s what happens when you have two homes.
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