What I asked my hair stylist for:
What I ended up with:
It might not look like much, my friends. But I guarantee you, there is definitely a difference. And it’s not just some kooky religion that makes you jump on couches, either.
Viva La Buttons!
Yer Mom Don’t Like Me.
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August 28, 2008 at 7:38 pm
Jessica
“Oh, my love, my darling… I’ve hungered, hungered for your touch… a long, lonely time….” Sorry, I just snapped out of my “Ghost” flashback from that pic of your new hairdo. Great, now when I see you and your cute new hair all I’m gonna think about is the sexy clay-spinning wheel scenes from Ghost. Awesome.
August 29, 2008 at 3:57 am
Sarah L
*snort* You are beautiful I’m sure. You can rock any hairdo!
August 29, 2008 at 12:31 pm
Chan
Once, around Halloween, a similar thing happened to me. Abby, who was only around three at the time, sweetly looked up at me and said, “It’s okay, Mommy. Now you can be a boy for Halloween!”
Plus, coming from another woman with boobs, who looks at our hair anyway? The girls can always rescue us when we don’t get the cut we want.
So there you go, consider yourself ready for the holidays and remember, it is only hair. It will eventually grow back. I am sure you are still a knock-out.