Mom wanted to see some barrel pics of the surf but instead you
can see the mystical barrel pics of what is my hair.
The top pic shows how hollow the curls are on my head.
This morning they connected from the front all the way to the back;
making a hollow "barrel" in my hair. The bottom pick lets you see
just how far this "barrel" actually goes.
So now I'm thinking to myself.... "!#&$^%(^*()~#$&#*@~~~~~~~~"
which translates to "what if my hair had taken the shape of the Virgin Marry?
Would I call the catholic church and let people come and see my miracle???"
"Would they come? Would they call it a fake??" but I came to the realization
that it would probably have to be a sweat stain or maybe a potato chip or a
strawberry swirl or something crazy to get any attention...but what I have is
a wave not a religious shrine. so maybe I'll call surfrider and see if I can't show
up at their promotional events. I could let people take pictures next to my hair...
proof that even Texas has tubes!
OK on another note:
Last night Kimberly and I went to the liquor store to grab some margarita mix.
On the way we talked about liquor store hours in Texas vs Colorado and I was
explaining how in TX I thought all liquor stores close at 9. Kim was going on about
how CO has way more hours or something, but I remember the CO hours
being pretty similar...so we need some help from our CO family, hours please?
OK back to the story; While at the counter paying, this older lady, who seemed like she was the manager, came up to talk to us...at first we thought she was making sure the clerk had checked our IDs (who didn't by the way), but was just saying hello.
Kimberly asked her what the store hours were and she replied "9, where are you from?"
HA! Kimberly told her Colorado and we started to leave when the lady said "Yep, I pinned you as a California hippy girl" or something hilarious like that. end.
*blogger doesn't recognize hippy in its dictionary
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