There are acquaintances, good friends, best friends, and real friends. I classify real friends as the ones who laugh at your dirty house, you don't mind when they stop by and you are still in your pjs at 4 pm, they bring you food and chop up your placenta (hmm. . . Maybe someday ill share more about that), and on top of everything don't dismiss most of your ideas as crazy, but instead join you!
Enter my (great!) real friend, Larissa and the journey of dreading our hair. Because its way more fun to be crazy together. 22 hours she spent twisting and ripping my hair, while we talked, sipped tea, watched British comedy and a little bit of the golden girls.
Our moms think we are weird, our husbands are rebelling, a child may have cried- but we are in this together.