Ch-Ch-Ch-CHIA....

My sister and I have a lot in common. We are the best of friends, we share similar interests, we have similar viewpoints and opinions about things. We also have an incredible common bond of having out of control hair. It's the kind that grows when it rains or when you walk into a really humid place. I can eat dinner at a restaurant with a wacky temperature and my hair will curl and kink and grow throughout the meal. It doesn't even matter that I chi-ed it to perfect straightness only an hour before.

So, this weekend we FINALLY got a ton of rain. Y'all, we were in a serious drought. I'm not even sure we're out of it yet, but I think the 10 or so inches we got this weekend helped immensely. We have been on water restrictions, all public boat ramps at Lake Travis have been closed, the restaurants aren't allowed to bring you water unless you ask for it...I mean, it's been serious. So, we have been praising the Lord for some much needed showers. However, when it rains I might as well call it a day as far as my hair goes. We left for church yesterday morning and I had straightened my hair and was all set to go. Before we even entered the church I had probably grown a 1/4 of an inch in height and width from the neck up. By the time we left for lunch go ahead and give me 1/2 an inch. And we were inside! After lunch, mom and I decided to run a few errands. Right when we were walking into the mall....the rain came....I got a bit wet, but a little dab will do ya! Game over. I was a curly/frizzy/big/hot mess. By the time I got home I looked like you know who...

Kristen, I suppose it's our cross to bear. Well, that and bushy eyebrows and big thighs....ahhhh, gene pools.