Friday, October 12, 2012

Haircut Pt 2

 Old Hair:

New Hair:

Bloglings, you will never understand how much I have suffered to appease your curiosity.

In the process of trying to get this after picture, I discovered not only that I am doomed never to take an even mediocre "selfie" but also that there is no such thing as a simple snapshot when it involves P an my hair.

The above picture is the result of one bicker, three wardrobe changes and at least 10 other attempts at a reasonable picture.

I know. I'm amazed myself.

Tuesday, October 9, 2012


Whoever first said "The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting a different result" clearly never ran a house.

To me, that's the definition of laundry.

Saturday, October 6, 2012


Stress does funny things to people. Some get skinny, some get fat. Some cut off all their hair.

And by that I mean, I just cut off all my hair.

It's not just stress, though. I'm also incredibly cheap and I discovered that if I agreed to donate my hair to Locks of Love I could get a free haircut from a fancy shmancy salon where it usually costs $70. Using Benjamin Franklin's logic, that's like me getting paid $70 for hair I didn't have time to wash anymore anyway. It's a no brainer.

To me, at least. P's reaction was less enthusiastic.

For the record, now, after cutting off 12 inches of hair, my hair is still a couple inches past my shoulders, which is to say, longer than most people's.

And don't worry, P. It'll grow out.