Building an Argument
My favorite part about the Celtic wedding by torchlight Wednesday night and it's corresponding party Thursday night is not the lack of a virgin sacrifice on the unity bonfire, losing face when I got the car stuck in the snow and having five beefy boys push me out, leaving my tripod by the river 40 miles out of town, forgetting the wasabi and gari at home to accompany my sushi, seeing the photos I took projected onto the wall for everyone and their grandmother to see, or even the brand new washer and dryer that were installed when I got home.
No, it was that I searched around the room at the reception for the source of that horrible burning smell only to find out that it was my hair that had caught on fire from one of the frou-frou candles. My hair, on fire.
It wasn't a huge pile of flames on my head -- surely I would have noticed that; nor was it a huge poof of smoke -- surely someone else would have noticed that. Just a horrible burning smell that everyone recognized but couldn't pinpoint.
Reason #3 I should cut my hair.
2005
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so what's reason 1 and 2?
Reason 1: The volunteer who ogles it too much, making me uncomfortable and plan to wear it in the tightest bun possible on the days that volunteer will come in.
Reason 2: I just found out that Lynea, the other girl in my high school with really long hair, has cut hers. Peer pressure.
you can't cut your hair...its the only way i can get one of my children to brush her hair...."If you want healthy long hair like Aunt Vallette....you will shut up and do this!!!!"
I caught my hair on fire at your mom's house...it was melissa's wake and i leaned over the counter....I saw it go up in flames. I stunk but no noticable damage.
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