It seems this week is the week for haircuts, Emily was kind enough to give Boozer a nice hair cut. Instead of being like every other kid with scissors and cutting her own hair, her sisters hair or even her barbies hair she decides that our short hair chilala needs a trim. Like the poor dog doesn't already have issues....
I went for my bi-yearly haircut...no, I'm not kidding, I only go twice a year. This time, since we're a little poorish, I went and got a $13.00 cut at Great Clips...you don't have to tell me I'm risking my hair, I already know. I was feeling desperate and cheap. Luckily, I LOVE it and it feels great. This week I've been having some self esteem issues and NEEDED a change. The following happened that made me take drastic measures with my hair.
1. My son called me 4 eyes
2. The Mayor of Dayton, who is also my friend and neighbor stopped me on the main road to tell me that I should come to her weight loss support group
3. I woke up with 4 zits on my face, which reminds me, why is it that at the ripe age of 33 I get more zits then when I was a teenager? It's cruel, just plain cruel!
4. I noticed that my wiry gray hairs doubled since last week!
So...here it is, my before and also Bubby's before. My poor kids, I usually depend on my friend Beth to cut my kids hair, she normally takes it upon herself to trim up or cut bangs or whatever. I love her for it, but she is having big life issues and can't concern herself with my kids hair right now.
AND the after. This is what happens when we are left to cut Bubs hair. I hope he forgives us one day.
I should point out that I do accept lies when I ask about my hair or my clothes. I just wanted to point that out in case someone decides that they should tell me what they really think.