Little Texas

This is my friend's, Little Texas', house. She lives in Texas where EVERYTHING is bigger. She is so out of place. Nothing but her smile fits. Her hair is not big, her eyelashes are not fake, her jewels are not the size of a small country...she is beautiful, but not Texas style. She has a classic beauty, not BIG TEXAS style.

Now don't all you Texans start hatin' me. I love BIG. As a matter of fact, my junior high school years were the epitome of BIG hair. I used a can of Aqua Net a week. My pick and blow dryer were my best friends. I would tease and spray and blow dry and tease some more. The bigger the better. I had wings on the sides and the top could put a small child's eye out or it could have punctured a spleen or kidney or bladder or pancreas or cornea or dandruff or belly button. Either way I was dangerous, in a Texan preppy way.

Anyways, this is Little Tex's house in Oklahoma. (Yes, they own two homes.) I think deep down they know Texas does not fit them. Oklahoma is more tailored and snug. They will come home one day. Since she is over 3 hours away, I posted these pics of her OK Corral. This is what damage the storm left her.
I could move this with one finger -- or at least my 80's hair.
My Aqua Net could spray away all these limbs.
It is REALLY foggy around here.

This is the same size as my bangs in 1987.
This is very similar to the shape of my bangs. Pointy and prepared to fight to the death.
Little Tex, I am more than happy to help clean up. Just call me and I will be there. Cause that is what friends do. Wow, that limb is big. Have I mentioned I have Typhoid Fever? It is SO HIGHLY contagious. I am more than happy to come by and pick you up...cough cough! Call me ahh ahhh choo.