Prom hair.

I'm laughing at the title of this post because it reminded of a story my cousin Amy told me. It's about me. For the first bit of their marriage, her husband, Brad, couldn't remember my name. He recognized me if I was referred to as 'prom hair'. You see, the day she went through the temple, our family had a party afterwards, and I showed up with some awesome curls on my blonde head (due to the lack of nothing else to do while everyone was gone). To Brad, I am forever "Prom Hair"; however, he does know me now- without the title. :)

Saturday was Basic's 2009 Prom. I did Jenette's hair. It turned out pretty darn sassy! Me likey. She did too. I felt really bad for her when I asked her to put her head down, with her nose extremely close to me and my nastiness. I was at work ALL DAY, and the water at the pool I was at smells like feet. Seriously. gross. 

A second before this shot was snapped, Jenette burped right in my face, and looks quite pleased with herself (probably because she was able to burp, blow it in my face, and still get a smile[read as smirk] in before the flash). Thanks, sis.

Here we are for last year's prom. We were in the same group, and it was great!