Big Hair Dork

Please note how pleased I am with myself, proudly displaying my Krav Maga Certificate:



I am giggly and happy because I didn't know my hair had done that, whatever that may have been.

See that everyone else's hair looks relatively normal? And yet no one, not even my best friend, thought it appropriate to mention I looked like Medusa just crawled through The Commando Bush to get to the photo op, but FIRST! Stopped at the Texan hair salon where she had her hair teased and aerosol sprayed just so.

And remember: Nothing says self defense like a weird little loop of 'is that really her hair?' hair over one's left shoulder.

DO YOU SEE MY HAIR?

WHAT IS THAT LOOP?
I'LL TELL YOU! IT'S JUST. WEIRD. AND AWKWARD.

Moments before this was taken, T had been pulling on my hair (a common tactic used by men when they are attacking women). At one point she stopped and said: "your hair", but I thought she was merely making a point because I'd just had my hair coloured the day prior.

T has a wicked habit of thinking outside her own head (& I love her for it), and so I merely assumed she was talking to her self. Little did I know it was a "WTF" kind of observation rather than a simple and appreciative one on my newly coloured - shade of red, please - hair.

(Of special interest: It was T who took this photo. Seriously...her hair was perfect.)