As I vowed to do for months prior to getting married, I chopped my hair off the second we got back from our honeymoon. And it was great. Freedom at last!
But two months later it's grown out kind of funny and I've been meaning to get it evened out. Well, today I had this genius idea to go down to Great Clips because you know, what could go wrong?! Save a little money, walk right in...sounded amazing. I mean, they did a fabulous job when I was 12 and I got my hair cut like that girl from Bridge to Terabithia! How was today any different?
8 years. That's how. And doesn't the girl in Bridge to Terabithia die? Yeah, how's that for foreshadowing?!
I walked out looking like a 12-year-old boy with a mullet gone wrong.
Hey kids, sometimes when you're basically a grown-up and you have your own job and everything, it's still okay to call you mom and cry like a baby because you hair looks ridiculous.
See, these girls get it.
No hats were to be found in the closet so French Braid it was.
Also, looking up pictures of the worst haircut ever really helps:
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