It rained today. That was good--we really need the rain--but, as expected, when the rain disappeared, the humidity did not. It was quite humid outside today.
So I'm outside talking to D.'s dad, and I certain that whatever he's saying is amusing...if only I could concentrate on what he's saying. Instead, all I can think about is how frizzy my hair must be. And how large my hair must be growing. By the time he and D. drove away, I was wondering if I was going to be able to fit my enormous coiffure through the doorway.
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I was talking to my mom when it was storming at her place. Mine? Not a drop. Rats.
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