tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102077421703808468.post7035957729712024452..comments2023-09-12T03:01:10.972-05:00Comments on Crockpots, Vicks Salve & Plungers: TabooJenniferhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02009174012650909197noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102077421703808468.post-17923178005049649282010-09-27T17:00:40.342-05:002010-09-27T17:00:40.342-05:00Oh Renea I remember that... I remember the wig... ...Oh Renea I remember that... I remember the wig... didn't buddy (yellow dog) run off with it? LOL- Good Times... but bad hair back then seemed like the end of the world. Got to be our age.. now, I don't really give a flip..Jenniferhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02009174012650909197noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-102077421703808468.post-35055933876496544372010-09-27T16:51:59.831-05:002010-09-27T16:51:59.831-05:00I am so guilty of this philosophy of hair cutting ...I am so guilty of this philosophy of hair cutting "It'll grow!" too Jenn.<br />Now back in the day...I remember in 7th or 8th grade Sally (Mom) gave me a perm. I looked like a total freak with frizzy hair and asked her (made really) to buy me a wig. She did...I guess the perm really got to her too. I put the black wig and strutted around the house thinking how could I possibly get away with this around school. Needless to say I didn't. I went to school with frizzy hair and cried everyday while fixin' the poofy mess.<br /><br />Now....who cares what happens to my hair "IT'LL GROW OUT". Wonder if it's our age?Renea Mitchellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17510725332816120968noreply@blogger.com