This is a Facebook chat between my sister and me this morning:
Amy: I DO have a package to send you....since I didn't get you a b-day present....
Me: Is it a blue burka?
Amy: I got Sid and Mills some 'jewels' at the bazaar last weekend. And no, it's not a blue burka. You're NOT getting a blue burka. Those are creepy.
Me: But that's what I want!!! I got a horrific haircut on Saturday. I've never wished more for a blue burka.
Amy: I want to see a picture. And I'll see what I can do....there's certainly enough of them around here. Geez.
Me: No pictures. Just imagine a fluffy fat bird with teeny little wings. That's my hair.
Amy: HA HA! PICTURE!! Come on....your followers would LOVE it!!
Me: No. It's too horrible. That's why I need a burka.
Amy: NO you don't! What does Kira say about it?
Me: I would wear the burka and say it is in protest of the taliban, but really I'd just be waiting for my horrid haircut to grow out. Kira calls me "Sir."
Amy: HA HA HA HA HA!! I'm going to tell her to take a picture and send it to me....
Amy: Come on, that would be a GREAT Christmas present!! Framed, please.
Me: I will send you one of my school pictures.
Amy: No, I've already seen that.
Me: But it's a professional portrait!
Amy: Sarah, I'm in AFGHANISTAN. Don't you want to lift my spirits? I won't be able to Afghanistand it if you don't....
Me: Oh.... My .... God.... That was horrible.
So, should I throw vanity and self-respect to the wind and send her a picture of my horrific hairdo? Or do I say tough shit, I will not sacrifice my dignity for the cause of troop morale and just send her some gum instead? You, my readers, get to decide. Vote in the comments...