Wednesday, July 16, 2008

The Poodle Hair Behind the Pen

I grew up in Texas. Not Hillbilly Texas. Not Adios Texas. No, I grew up in Wear-Your-$500-Pumps-With-Your-Cowboy-Hat-At-The-Opera Texas. That's right, I said Houston. A suburb of Houston, actually. Before that there was a tiny military town and another town that I still can't find on any map.

My school years were full of the uneventful fits in private school that you've seen in bad 80's teen flicks. College was also mundane. . .wait. I think I met my husband there. Yep, that's about it.

So here I am. No, my hair's not naturally curly, and no, I didn't perm it. I slept in curlers like any thoroughly trailer-park cliche.


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