Allow me to refresh your memory of the great hair debacle of 2011.
I melted my curling iron in the sink the morning before we met the boys.
This time I have managed to keep my flat iron from melting but just barely.
Each morning I plug it in I pray that this will not be the day that I will be held responsible for burning down a 5 star hotel.
I plug it in and .8 seconds later it is hot. hot. hot.
I'm pretty sure it needs a converter for the voltage.
I'm also pretty sure I didn't bring one.
I'm also pretty sure I don't care and I keep using it anyway in the name of taming the wild beast that is my hair right now.
I'm also, also pretty sure I am taking my life in my hands by using it this way.
But alas, don't care.
Even with the flat iron though I walk outside to the weather that is Guangzhou and I look a bit like this
Someone said to me today, " I feel like I know you. I recognize you from somewhere." and I wanted to say,
"It's me! It's Sonia!! I just have REALLY bad hair right now! For the love help me please!"
but I didn't.
I just smiled.
And cried a little on the inside about the hair injustice of it all.
In unrelated news,
It's so weird being back here.
2 short years ago I stood in the same room I was in today
and met my two sons, having no idea that 14 hours from that spot there was another little boy that 7 months later would become our son as well.
Faithful, faithful God.
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