Her Excellency of Mousehole has/is everything I wish I had/were. She is five foot two, petite, beautiful and writes like someone who was born with a pencil and a notebook in her little infant hand. She is funny, smarter than anyone deserves to be and has the most gorgeous dark brown hair—wavy dark brown hair that tumbles down her back like warm chocolate.
What does my sweet girl do? She dreadlocks her hair. She makes her lovely hair—hair that I would walk through cacti for—into nappy, ratty dreadlocks.
What is it with my son, Lord Bumhampton and my daughter, Her Excellency?
Her Excellency's boyfriend, Boarder, had dreadlocks too. On Saturday they cut them off. His hair is short and looks great, he looks like a movie star. She looks like a movie star too.
A movie star with a Mohawk.
Go away, Mother. I do not want my picture taken.
Oh, all right, here you go.
Can we go now? Oh, and by the way, I love you. (I'm sure she meant to say that. I'm really sure.)
I love you, too.
