Well shucks, I haven't blogged in a while and a lot of Stuff has happened. So I'll break it down into parts.
I chopped off 12 inches of hair and donated to Locks of Love. It was weird seeing my hair in a loosely braided pony tail on the counter in front of me while the stylist went to work on what was left on my head. It's probably what an amputee feels like when they see their dismembered body part. Ok, that was a bad joke. I'm sorry to anyone who has lost a body part that may have been offended by my previous comment. It's just that I recently read The Time Traveler's Wife where a man had to have his feet amputated so that's swimming around in my head.
Bret likes my hair cut. It reminds him of the good old days when we dated in Hawaii.