I have had long hair since I attended Gateway Middle School. If I remember correctly it was the seventh grade. For all those that don't know how old I am that was about twelve years ago. A few days ago my friend Cate made an appointment for us to go over to Rexburg, ID and get our hair cut together.
Last night, while entertaining myself at work I decided something.... I was going to chop off my hair. Maybe.
The original idea was to get it cut to just below my shoulders. OH BUT WAIT.... I forgot the cardinal rule of telling the cosmetologist to cut about three inches longer than you actually want.
On the upside no I can donate what she did end up taking to Locks of Love so that some little kid will be able to have some hair. Accidental, but still a worthy cause.
Now I can't stop touching my hair. Every few minutes I am running my hand through the very very short locks. I did not realize how much I play with my hair until now. There is substantially less to play with now. Poor hair.... all chopped off..... all the pretty hair chopped off.
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