Hair Proud

I am hair proud.  I admit it freely.  My hair is finally getting longish and I'm proud of it.  I'm a parakeet, and I love to look at my lovely locks in the mirror.  I've worked really hard on growing it.... ha, like I have anything to do with that right?  Other than take vitamins and use little to no heat, I've done nothing.  Except maybe brush it, and talk to it at night.

I like to feel the silky strands flow over my back and shoulders, and I wish I could wear shoulder-less blouses to work, but that would not go over well with my supervisor or co-workers.  Imagine me sitting at my desk wearing a halter-top.  Oh no.  That would not work at all.

I like to run my fingers through it, and twirl it around my index finger and I love to smell it.  It smells like shampoo and heaven.  (or what I guess heaven would smell like... shampoo and hair  -  no just kidding).

I think I'll dye a strand of it pink..... or maybe blue?