Ya'll, I finally cut my hair. Seriously, like cut 7 inches off. It's shorter and I totally dig it.
Of course, now I am going through that awkward stage where you-are-trying-to-figure-out-how-to-style-it-because-you-are-not-a-hairstylist-and-it-will-never-look-as-good-as-when-you-left-the-salon.
So, today I am trying to get my hair done before I head out to work.
And I am busy listening to that guy talk about the "invisible rapture".
And of course, I burn my hair with the hair dryer. I say "of course" because I do this on the regular.
Whatever. Go to work, sit down, and be a good little worker bee.
Until I go to put some hair behind my ear. And some strands fall out. And then I touch the back of my head. And more strands fall out. And then I start pulling at loose strands because I don't want to look like a jackass at work littered in burnt hair. And a crapton of hair comes out. That's what that awesome picture is. One crapton of my burnt hair.
It's in the back, so I am praying for no (major) bald spots.
OK...this is where you reassure me that I am not a total idiot, and you have done this too. Ready, GO!
I once burned my boob with a curling iron. Does that make you feel better? ;)
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