furry friends.

reason #8324 that i am meant to be with my favorite person, him. 

once upon a time, i was a little, stubborn girl. i wanted to be pretty and have french braided hair, but my head was super tender and i had more hair than anyone knew what to do with, so i never brushed it. and i never let my mom brush it (cause i was stubborn). and it grew into a tangled, crazy mess. we tried to perm it for ease (you're never supposed to brush a perm. at least in the 80s). that didn't work, cause i got matted hair underneath that we had to cut out. we tried to grow it out. that didn't work- it continued to tangle up. we tried to cut it short, but that didn't work, cause it was so thick, it grew out like a triangle- straight out from the top of the crown of my head.  eventually, i think my poor mom just gave up, and let me have my way. and the yeti (my untameable hair) was born. 

about the same time, there was a boy growing up a few miles away from me. his friends called him gilly (a play on his last name), and as gilly grew up, he realized he has really hairy arms. and then one day, this boy realized that the military uses these camo suits made out of long ropes and cords that look like dreadlocked hair, and they are called (amazingly), ghillie suits. so gilly the ghillie was born.

fast forward about twenty years, and the real live ghillie meets the real live yeti. and they fall in love and decide to get married. 

the end.