What the hair???

Are you kidding me???

While organizing this stack load of pictures I have come across something truly terrible. 

Something so mind numbing and excruciating....

Something so hideous it can only be known as...

really bad hair. 

It started early in my life.

According to my Mom it just "stuck right up"

"Hi. I'm your hair. Like your nose I plan on being remarkably pug. Don't worry I'll calm down. However, I talked to your nose and she plans on looking like that for the rest of your life."

Even though it did eventually stop standing straight up my hair continued on with its antics for quite some time. 

We saw this little jewel a week or so ago:

Thats a whole lotta hair on a kid. 

I'm surprised I could steer the bike straight. 

I'm surprised the weight of the hair didn't knock out my center of gravity. 

Moving along...

In the next photo my hair was so big and my perm was so obnoxious that it didn't even fit in the frame of the camera. 

Seriously look at those bangs!

"Hi. I'm bang."

And now...

Reader: Please prepare yourself for the fifth grade. 

Are you ready?

Here it is:

"Hi! I'm Paula's hair and I'll be demonstrating what a pyramid looks like"

Please lets move along. 

So then we come to the Chicago trip. 

Or as I like to call it "the trip where everyone looked really bad"

"You'd be mad if your hair looked like this too."

What was I so happy about?

There just aren't words...