So like I have a deal with my Papa, if it’s raining at 6pm, come and fetch me. Lest he wants his beloved precious drown. So yesterday at 6pm, I asked my papa to come fetch but he looks out and doesn’t see a drop of rain just grey skies. “It’s not raining, you are totally capable of coming home yourself, I’m going to sleep. Hurry come home, there’s food on the table.” Bleah…so drag drag drag all the way to the bus stop, hopped on to the bus, got down to walk to the second bus stop and BOOM. The droplets just came, just a little because I reached the bus stop in time. Hair wet.
Went home right, took off my rubber band that was boom, BIG HAIR! Think 
DIANA ROSS (this is what happens to unfortunate people with curly hair) Sat down at dinner and
My blessed with good genes straight haired sister asked “Why your hair so big?”
(Everyone at the dinner table looks at the hair)
My reflective response, “stupid rain la”
Sis: “So, your hair becomes big when in touches the rain?”
Me: “Yes, or any form of H2O.
This is when my stupid brother in law, actually stopped stuffing his greedy face, choked, looked up, and LAUGHED! He LAUGHED a most hearty laugh at me! At my most vulnerable moment! The usually silent fella my desperate sister married who is too cool to usually speak. DumbAss.
And fyi, his car had just gotten smashed by a tree earlier that day thanks to my sister. He’s getting a car on loan which will be manual and my sister (who took 7 times to pass her driving test) will have to drive it. All these problems and he can actually still LAUGH at me. Boys are stupid.
So yes, if a guy were to EVER say to me “Your hair is very pretty” or “I love your hair”. It’s confirm LURVE! Take, grab and marry! Haha. Until then, I have to find a way never to let a guy see me in the rain or after a bath. No romantic raining love scenes for me!
Btw, Dorothy Perkins at Great World City is a freaking God Send! See, it pays to be good and go to church.
