I shed...a lot. It's rather annoying, and I don't really get it, except that I think it's a genetic thing. My sister always has hair around her room, my other sister always used to leave big ass hair balls in the shower that would eventually clog the drain (forcing my poor dad to fish them out with a wire hanger...yuck!) and even my niece is a shedder. She recently made me a graduation card, where she drew a picture of me and then taped pink pieces of construction paper to the card as "snow". Mixed in with the snowy bits of pink paper was a stand of her hair that found it way into the mix, and never found it's way out.
My friends unfortunately are forever affected by my shedding and never hesitate to tell me about it. Whitney once found a stand of my hair inside the glove compartment of her car, Todd often gets stands of my hair in his laundry, and Pete, as I've just found out, finds them in very interesting places as well.
Check out his "One word" post for strand:
sleeping next to master shedder,("Master Shedder" is a nickname (one of the "nicknames") Pete has so lovingly given me. Clever, ain't he?)you will wake up to find hairs in very unorthodox places on your body. These strands are far longer than the typical hairs found in these positions on the human body and often, they are wrapped in very peculiar ways in very peculiar places.
HA! That's all I got to say about that...
Maybe I should try that Marsha Brady technique and brush my hair no less than 100 times right before bed, and right in the morning...and after breakfast...after lunch...mid day hair brush...evening hair brush...
That would fix it. Eh, no it probably wouldn't. Oh well!
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