One kind of girl pays $$ to have her hair cut. Another kind of girl hastily chops own hair off in the bathroom while her husband saws pipes apart under the kitchen sink at 9 p.m. … and then asks her husband to chop more hair off the next night to finish the job for a total subtraction of about eight inches.
I am that second kind of girl.
[Apparently I am also the kind of girl who will take a picture of her freshly cut hair in the bathroom so she can post a photo on her blog. Maybe it’s a good thing that my three weeks off are up and I’m heading back to work tomorrow?]
