Out comes the comb.
*frantic frenzied brushing of her long glossy mane*
surreptiously sways her head from side to side....beaming....her hair sparkling...her eyes twinkling.
*swishhh*
I quickly snatch the comb away from her and wage a futile war against my unmanageable wig.
Shreky and I often have bouts of rambling about how we are having a horrendously bad hair day.
(just that she never actually dies, but i do!)
:(
*runs to that blessed dark corner and cries her heart out as Showme smirks and Shreky laughs in a decidedly evil fashion*
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