bad hair day
i has one
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I disagree. Your tresses are a thing of beauty.
No, no… it is sexy, just rolled out of bed after a romp hair that you have.
Fab *and* Maman, who is passing out this crack you’re smoking? Whooooo?!
Maman is exactly correct.
I assure you, I did not have a romp this morning. My one and only romping partner is 315 miles away.
Girl, get yourself some Biolage silk therapy… Works wonders.
Was the nap good???
Abs, I use something from my salon that generally leaves my hair beautiful and shiny, but it’s so dry and I had to stand outside scraping the car of the 7″ of snow that shat all over it, so my hair was crazy this morning. It has settled back down to its beautiful self.
Dawg,
would have been better if you’d been there for it, and that’s all I’ll say. 
Yikes! I was going to ask what happened but you just answered that. Glad to hear it settled!
Ok, see, THIS is why Sour is one of my sisters. She has an honest opinion! When my hair looks like shit she says so!!!
I totally pay big money for my hair to look like this…
I likes it!
Sarcastica, I pay big money for the color, but not for the car-azy! Getting it cut and dyed again tomorrow, hopefully it looks pretty again.
I didn’t mean to imply you had had a romp.. I was just trying to put a positive spin on the hair sitch…. Trust me, I have no sexy romp hair here..
Maman, I appreciate your positive spin. I should learn to not pout so loudly.
FINally.
Now you look like an IT person.
this whole time you looked more like inside sales, or marketing. Or maybe HR but probably not HR but kinda HR.
But you never looked IT until today.
Wahdork, you have no clue how much you just insulted me by saying I ever looked like an inside salesperson, a marketing person, or an HR person.
It’s not that I don’t respect those people (my best friend on the entire planet is in marketing) but that’s not who I am at all, even a little bit.
Jeans, t-shirt, sweater-if-I-hafta.