Awkward Talking (image heavy)

Friday, I went and did the deed. I got my hair cut off. Leading up to the salon visit I made a couple of videos for your viewing pleasure. Mostly? I just had time to waste until my appointment. There is no nudity, so feel free to continue to eat your lunch as you watch. Oh but there is swearing. I'm a sailor like that.



And he did give me a dirty look when he was watching the playback for that, until he saw that I closed the garage door and he was happy again!



With my tail between my legs I walked into the salon. And to my surprise, for the first time in 12 years I think I officially have a stylist.

She was careful to ask how long I'd been thinking about cutting my hair as I was looking at a good 8 inches of hacking there. Apparently, she's had some "cryers" in the past. And there may have been some uncontrollable sobbing but I think that was all Jason on the phone with me as I cut off my hair. Lord knows we all know how much I thought about it (thought = obsessed). She was good. In fact it was damn near as if she climbed inside my scary, dark brain and saw what I was asking for. So I added her, along with my gynecologist to the list of people who officially listen to me. Both of those slots were empty for many years.

So I present you the before shot because a certain somebody said she would travel here and get me if I didn't. Going on 3 days dirty there. I don't wash my hair for my stylist. I make them work. Unfortunately, I couldn't work a nose job into my schedule beforehand.



And the after:





Evidently, the combination of this cut and my sizeable boobs made my husband reference a porn star when I was naked. I'll log that as a compliment?

And the best news of all? Is I found the best product in the world this weekend. My blond has never looked better. Who knew I should have been looking on the laundry aisle all these years?