Why-o-why must you torture me?
Charlottesville summers and the humidity.
A humbling time of the year.
Hair product, hair product. Always about the hair product.
But you remain unruly.
The mornings being the worst of it.
I awake, looking like I'm ready go to battle.
Hair accessories of bones and sticks would complete the look.
Like a real Druid.
But now I am pregnant!
And will have bigger things to worry about.
Maybe I'll shave you off altogether.
Then, can we call it a truce?
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Congratulations!!! (on the baby not the hair worries :)
I'm soooooo happy for you!
Congratulations Tracey! How exciting! I can only imagine how adorable and beautiful you will be in the next few months!
Yeah! Congratulations. My hair will never be the same again. You have a good attitude though, so think: frizz happens, as does spit-up.
Thanks so much ladies . . . and cool,hip mommas!
Autumn is my favorite season - so this one will be especially wonderful . . .
Wonderful news!
Take good care of yourself!
How can you just slip that in there so casually as if the poem is really about your hair!?
Congratulations!!!
:)!!!!
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