I Got My Hairs Cut

Sure did. It is well beyond pathetic that the last time I visited the salon was in APRIL. I mean, I've lived a whole life since April! I've become single again, lost 7 pounds, turned 30 and became a 100% red wine drinker in that time frame. My poor, poor hair.

So I went to Brocato's after work for my appointment. I wonder... is it sad that for me... a salon appointment = quality reading time? Seriously, they start your highlights, leave you for awhile, check you, leave you again, wash your hair and cut it. That's a lot of downtime. I mean, the character in my book died from cancer while I sat around with a head full of foil. Something about that just isn't right.

So by the time I left, I'd lost at least three inches of hair length. Right now, my hair just barely hits my shoulders, and it's a brutal change - but absolutely great.

And for an added bonus, I got to walk out of the salon with a Farrah Fawcett hairdo. I heart Farrah hair.