Perhaps not the smartest move of my life, I decided to get into the island spirit and have my hair braided. Miriam, the girl who did the braiding, suckered me into it by giving me some sob story about needing the money to pay for her kids' school supplies. Yah, right.
O!M!G! Most. Painful. Thing. Ever. Most of the time, I had my finger nails dug into my leg to keep from tearing up in front of the kids. Then, to add salt to the wounds, when I got home and in front of a mirror, I realized that the braids only accentuated my gray hair! By the end of dinner, I had already ripped the braids out to relieve my pounding headache! I won't make that mistake again!