Sometimes when Grammy has one too many tequila shots (okay, so she might have been dared by my inebriated uncles and dad while dining at Ernesto's this past weekend), she likes to "wig" me with random piles of hair. She is anxiously awaiting the appearance of my tuft. Unable to control her patience, Grammy likes to use mops, towels, doll hair, even her own hair (as shown in picture) to dream about a Stella con capelli. Eat your heart out world!
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