While playing around with different ways to write Frida's name, I added a "y" to the end of Frida's name, and I got Friday. So now, every Friday (hopefully) I'm going to have a post with many Frida pictures. :)
In this post, Frida's going to tell a story about her hair. ;)
One day in Sweden...
ABBA: We can fly! We can fly!
Bjorn: I can fly higher than you!
Benny: I'm catching up...
Frida: Ouch! I fell!
Frida: Ooh, my hair got messed up!
Agnetha: My hair stayed the same...
Frida: Hey Bjorn, would you do me a favor and get off my hair spray? I need to fix my hair...
Benny: Maybe I could find a way to get it...
Agnetha: I'll block the way so that nobody can steal Bjorn's chair.
Agnetha: What is your problem?!?
Frida: I guess I'll try and use this ice cream to fix my hair.
Agnetha: Frida, Ice Cream is for eating, not for fixing hair.
Frida: Maybe this hood will fix it...
Frida: Will this cat help?
Frida: Aha! This will do... Not.
Frida: Does this look good...?
Frida: I'll have to think of some other way to fix my hair...
Frida: I think this microphone will help...
Frida: This hair is a bit... lopsided.
Frida: Red hair looks nice...
Frida: What about blond?
Agnetha: Nope, you cannot have my hair.
Frida: I think I'll cut it...
Frida: ... and I think I'll dye it too! Hey Agnetha. you should get hair like mine!
Agnetha: Actually, I think I'll curl it. It looks nicer that way.
Frida: Maybe if I get stuck in these steps between Bjorn and Agnetha, my hair will get fixed-!
Frida: I know, Zappa can zap it-
Frida: Never mind. I'll keep it this way.