You know you are feral when...
your hair predicts weather...
so you can prepare in advance...
But dang, look how green it still is here! Its raining EVERY week; and that means less fire danger
(although theres not much left to burn...I have a few cardboard boxes i can toss out)
And is that actually a puddle i see in that last photo!!?
So yes, I owe a lot to my hair's ability to frizz/curl/spazz out in high humidity
as a weather advisory
whoops - looks like it really rained back in May of '65...
But thats my patient grandpa whose somewhat cautiously swinging me and my cousin J'!
notice how Im the one to look out after?
Look how shes in her pretty shoes...
and I got me tenny runners on.
Probably red, with mud.
heck, im even playing with danger with one foot off the step bar
Yep, thats about right.
A born to be Timber Cruiser right there...
ah, but the hair...
here i am a year later,
giving the calvin & hobbes stink-eye'
because even though my hair is stuck in that bonnet
(you can see it trying to escape in the back)
-and those bangs are slicked down with momspit to an inch of its life-
I can tell its beginning to rebel,
and we're gonna get rain...
thats about right.
here we go again...
I have taken everyones advice, and Im piecing together our fire story...
I need a good editor though.
someone to tell me if its good or bad. and correct my grammaristic mistakes.
and i could use maybe a publisher.
so like other people can read it.
and then an agent.
yah, one of those too.
and someone to tell me when to go to bed at night and eat and stuff...
actually, I think i need a mom.