Today I had a hair appointment, and while I was there I thought I'd get it straightened too. I was so excited - it was just fun and different. And silky and smooth, usually things that don't describe my curly hair. I thought it was cool. Then I went home. When I walked in the door, Ansley's mouth fell open, and then she cried for my curls. Christian backed away from me, giving me the eye as if I was a stranger. It seriously took him about ten minutes to finally be persuaded it was me. John said "I married a curly haired girl!" and Ansley said she couldn't wait for my curly hair to return.
Kota even gave me weirdo eyes.
So I guess I was the only one that got a little joy out of it.