Hair

Hair, or the lack of it, is often a point of discussion when us siblings get together.  For example, Maureen may walk in sometime with straight hair and I'll comment on it (usually it's all golden curls).  My hair is always unruly, brown, and curly.

The boys' hair really isn't ever discussed unless it's in terms of a recent hair cut or the current need for a trim.  I don't know the last time any of my brothers went to a barber--I've cut their hair for years and now that they've all started growing up and moving away they buy their own $20 pair of clippers and either cut their own--and live with awkwardly shorn locks until someone can trim it up for them--or they cut each other's hair.  Sometimes with more success than others such as yesterday when I noticed Gabe didn't trim Greg's little Widow's Peak and that little angle of hair was creeping down his forehead.  

Hair with the boys is usually discussed in terms of the amount they have in places that aren't their head--don't worry, totally keeping this family friendly.  For instance, Tony has hobbit feet.  This means that he has super wide, super flat feet with super amounts of hair covering them going into even fuzzier, hairier legs.  

They also often discuss how much hair each of them have, or doesn't have as the case may be.  I can still remember the one time Paddy thought he finally had a chest hair and realized it was just an arm hair that had shed and landed on his chest.  

And then there was that Apples to Apples game where Sis referenced someone's now ex-girlfriend's hair to make a perfectly-timed, ultimately hilarious joke.  Still makes me chuckle to this day. 

So all in all, we are a weird family and that's a bit about our hairier memories.  Ha ha.  

And don't get me started on facial hair, leg hair, arm pit hair, toe hair, wacky eyebrow hair, ear hair, knuckle hair, or who has the thickest/thinnest/blondest/brownest hair...