posted this morning
The one night I finally decide to get a little shut eye, and I become the victim of some sort of schoolgirl prank. Though, truth be told, I was always on the administering end of this sort of thing. Stapling my foster sisters' braids to the floor while they napped. Writing inappropriate words on their foreheads with permanent marker. The usual.
As for my own late night trickster, he or she apparently gave me one hell of a blow out. My hair is straighter than it's ever been and silky smooth to the touch.