The Lawsons did Dallas!

Since I Hung Him Out to Dry...
June 21, 2007

After a quick chat with my sister this morning, I now realize that I completely hung my husband from the proverbial clothesline yesterday--airing his dirty laundry for all to see and smell. He negatively commented on my shirt, and I told the whole entire universe about his fleeting moment of male stupidity. For the sake of fairness, I guess I should embarrass myself today. And let's face it, a healthy dose of self-deprecation does wonders for my mood...so here goes.

I, quite seriously, have some of the largest hair in the universe. When I was in seventh grade, my mom once suggested I get a haircut immediately since my head was beginning to resemble a "big furry box." I couldn't be offended because I knew that my mom was actually softening the hairy truth. I scoff when people ask where James gets his curls from, and I laugh even harder when people claim that their hair is harder to manage than my own. Trust me girls, it's not.

I'm not a competitive person by nature, but I'll step into the ring without a seconds hesitation when it comes to hair comparisons. Mine is curlier, crazier, and more out of control than yours will ever be...period. Mine is the largest and the in-chargest...end of story.

And here, my friends, are the pictures to prove it. I went to bed last night with a nice, neat ponytail, and when I woke up this morning it had turned into what you see above. The first picture was taken as soon as I got back from walking the dog. Then I took my ponytail out and snapped the second picture. Cool, huh? My in-laws think so, too.