It would have been really horrible if I fell asleep on Chelsey's mom's chair during the movie (on Wednesday) to wake up and find my beautiful hair gone.
you two smiling scarily, holding the scissors and making snipping motions.
on the ground? my hair.
Leaving me to utter "WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY HAIRRRR?!" and doing the panicked touching of head with my hands like they do in the movies.
You guys? You say matter of factly: "Well..." and then stop. It seemed like that was enough. An explanation not needed, nor desired. Everyone knew the answer. Everyone knew why.
Never would I sleep/nap in your guys' company.
not ever again.