She was just lying there on my counter. Hair all matted from too many baths.
Begging for me to "please, just do something with my hair."
So I did it. I clamped the flat iron, still hot from its sleek-ening job on my hair. I clamped it right on. I was going to make her beautiful again if it was the last thing I did.
Poor Barbie. Her hair is gone.
Poor flat iron.
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Monday, May 26, 2008
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Okay...I laughed until I cried. Hilarious. Thanks for sharing!
Well, I'm not cryin' over one less Barbie in the world. KIDDING!! I made peace with her a long time ago, remember?
YOu could use it as an object lesson; "See girls what happens when we emphasize the "outer woman" too much? See where vanity and too much time/money at the salon will get you? BALD!!!"
There's a lesson in there somewhere I just know it. Now, I"m off to get my gel nails backfilled.
Oh, no! I hope it wasn't a favorite.
That was funny! Really funny!
OMG. I was just randomly surfing the WTM blogs and came upon this. I burst out laughing. Thanks for the laugh.
~Monica
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