Just Plain Hair Girls

When me and my sister were little, we used to get along beautifully.

We had our own world, that was very sensible and steady to us. I think I'm about forgotten about that world, now. But once in awhile I think of something that reminds me of it.

Me and sissy had "Just Plain Hair" girls. They were the girls who we couldn't think of anything to say or do with them-they were just there, with the hair on their heads. And that was all. The Just Plain Hair girls were a branching from the "Just Plain Nice" girls. The Just Plain Nice girls were those that were nice and pleasant, but not much else. It was better to be a Just Plain Nice girl than a Just Plain Hair girl.

We thought of them both when we went out to dinner with Amber and her roommate Colleen. Amber was my mother's God-child, about fifteen years older than us, and in college. Mom loved Amber, and was attempting nicety to Colleen. We went to some Rancho tex-mex place, where Sissy silently listened to the conversation at the table. In our ow room at night, we made our observations: Amber, who was very sweet but never took any interest in us, was Just Plain Nice. As for the roommate, we could think of nothing about her but her huge, curly, streaky mane. She was our first Just Plain Hair girl. We spent the night giggling about it, and randomly added other people in the categories as when time went on. Nobody else ever knew about it.

Funny, I haven't thought about that for years. But come to think about it, they were great categories. Lots of people fit in them. Then, we didn't like the people in those categories very much, but now, there are so many worse categories, I've come to appreciate the Just Plain Nice girl.