Hair Pricks

I got my hair cut...finally. It has been since I donated it in the Spring of '06. (Luckily, my hair stylist can't add well and only scolded me for waiting a year.)

I had to cut off quite a bit in order for it to be really healthy again. At least four inches.

I was ecstatic that my hair was finally healthy again. It finally looks GOOD again. I can finally STYLE it again.



Not one damn person noticed.

No one at my mom's house Sunday night.

NOBODY at work over the past two days.

Not my daycare girl.

Not even my kids.

JERKS.


I have no camera for "after" pics - or any "Before" pics for that matter. But you can tell me it looks nice anyway - just to make me feel better.

FMILF Update

Dear Hair,

First, let me start this off by telling you how much I appreciate you. You keep my head so warm I almost never wear hats in the winter. You are also very pretty. Very.

Now…that said…I'm gonna need to be spending less time with you now. I've found something else to do in the morning, something that’s going to take your styling time away.

It's not that I want it more...I need it. Pretty hair looks so much better on a hot bod. You know that.

Please don't be sad. You will still be very pretty...people just won't be able to see how pretty most days. We're going to have to go back to the "wash and wear", up-in-a-clip, foofed out days like back when I was walking every day. I need you to work with me, Hair. We've always made a great team.

I promise that if The Man ever takes me out, we'll getcha all glammed up again. But I don't get my hopes up about that, so neither should you. And after I've lost this last 15-20 pounds, we'll go get a good cut from Simonson’s and we'll rock that hot bod together.

Thanks for understanding.

Love Always,

~Me