(This memory came to me tonight and
I want to make record of it here.
I don't know if anyone will appreciate it like my sister will)
There was a time when Aileen and I both lived in Provo. We discovered a way to curl our hair using a towel torn into strips. We were both excited to try it, I pictured myself waking up, taking out the towels and I would have the most sexy hair at work. I would be glamorous. I woke up, took out the towels and wanted to cry. I have never seen such tight, kinky, frizzy, BIG hair. A couple of hours into work the phone rang, it was Aileen. She barely got my name out and the rest of the phone call was complete silence because we were laughing so hard we could hardly breathe. We knew EXACTLY what the other was thinking without ever exchanging a single word. We must have looked a lot like these handsome dudes: