hair be gone

I'm notoriously impulsive. It drives my husband crazy; I get it directly from my mother, which needless to say, worries me about my own children.

I get a wild hair and then I just do something, without another or second thought.

Like say for instance, my hair. I cut it. I dye it. I don't think about it. 'Til it's all said and done with and then I second guess. But, ho ho, it's too late for second guessing then. This is the way I live. It's how I roll.

My bangs were totally annoying me, so I said - "time to get them cut!" And I did. And because my bangs needed to be cut, I needed to cut all of my hair off lest I be left with a mullet. Not a good look for me, I assure you.

So now this is the hairdo I'm working, and it feels pretty amazing. I just hope my bud Cassie doesn't mind I won't have much hair for her wedding in a few months. That's one of those second guesses I had after I had it all cut off.

But I know one person who'll love it, my dear old husband. Gotta love a man that loves short hair on the ladies. It makes my impulsiveness so much easier to deal with. Short hair, FTW!