We walk into her life looking like a damn hot mess. We've let time go too long, so I know she expects no less. You see, she's our Aunt and hairstylist all wrapped up in one. She's aware of what just walked through the door, we're related so she can't run. I say, "please, you have to fix me! Can you make me look like her?!" She tells me, "of course, that's no problem" as she tries to reassure.
My little sis, my partner in crime, yep she's with me too. We've given her quite a challenge today, she may need to call a goddamn crew.
And so it begins, she spends hours on her feet. Working fucking magic, she'll never declare defeat. She's a miracle worker, a genius, you see. Uh oh, I'm covered in foils and color and now I really gotta pee!
We share stories and laugh til our cheeks turn bright pink, she really needs to raise her prices, she's practically a goddamn shrink!
The transformation starts to happen before my very own eyes. I can hear the angels singing and the ugliness suddenly dies. I feel like a supermodel, a bright and shining star. I can't go home, I look freakin' hot, let's go hit the bar! My husband, let's call him Jimi, oh I think he's gonna love it! And if he sneers, I don't really care, I'll tell him he can shove it.
My little sis looks in the mirror and is in awe of her curly red locks. There she goes, she's singing her own praises as she pulls out her makeup box. She says, "what now Ariel, you've got nothing on me! I'm the little mermaid in the flesh!" I roll my eyes and laugh out loud, yep, I expect no less.
The time has come, we're a couple of hot bitches. You've done it again, dear hairstylist, you deserve to be showered in riches.
We say our goodbyes and rejoice in her name as I lean over and whisper, "she thinks she's a Disney character and you're totally to blame." Ah, what a day! Its been crazy and fun, oh my God, she's still singing and giving it her best! "Hey Ariel, we gotta go! Please give it a fucking rest!"
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