I do love to twirl hair!

To make a short story, long....
In case you don't know, I have a cold and drank some bad water. Tonight I took some cold medicine and some anti-nausea medicine for dizziness; feeling a little goofy. My husband, who has natural really curly hair, and I were laying in bed talking as I began to twirl his hair. He really needs a hair cut. It occurs to me that I can get his hair into ringlets, small ringlets that look like his hair is in curlers. Lucky me he is so tired, he is complacent and just lays there as I now excitedly start expertly parting his hair into tiny imaginary hair curlers! I'm all done with the entire left side when he moves and grunts as if he's a bear waking from hibernation. Pawing my hands away from his sweet curls. I'm so sad I didn't get the other side done!!! He grumbles "Can you scratch my back?" I say "Only if you lay back down and let me put the rest of your hair in curlers!" "Hmph!" to which he lays back down with his head in the perfect position for me to finish his hair! Then I made him turn on the light and look at my masterpiece!!


OMG. He didn't appreciate it as you can imagine. However, if I hadn't been concerned about his ego, I would have fallen over and died. Fallen over and died, right there. All he needed was a goddamned muumuu and cigarette hanging from his lips. My inner child laughed so hard she peed and I'm worried I may have sepsis. Oh shit that was funny.
Now I can't sleep, I got so worked up over all of that!!


It was worth it.

Give peas a chance.

Daya