I had a hair appointment on Saturday. I get my hair cut every five weeks. It grows fast! I made the mistake of saying aloud that I was thinking of letting it grow out some, in front of Randy. Oops.

When I came out of the salon, my hair was actually much shorter, especially on top and in the back. I had Nathan leave it below the chin in the front, but it’s severely angled and layered toward the top because that’s the area that I have the most trouble with. Besides, I hate soccer mom haircuts. I like “different.” Maybe because I AM “different.” It looks kinda like this, except I have bangs. The hair is where the comparison ends to Ms. Beckham. LOL

He hated it. I got in the car and he said, “I thought you were gonna get a haircut!” *slight sarcasm* No, he wasn’t ugly about it or anything, but I knew the score. He told me he would have to get used to it, and that I like “weird haircuts.” Hey, weird suits me…like I said before! I like it, and he knows that’s what matters.

If he had his way, my hair would still be down to my waist. I can’t imagine dealing with that again at this point, I’m sorry. It was pretty, yes…but a pain to take care of. I literally don’t have the time nor energy. My hair takes about 5 minutes to blow dry now. That’s my kind of deal. Easy is good.

(NOT Ms. Beckham)

T-minus one week ’til Santa Fe. We’re going earlier this year, so that Jeff can go with us again. First, I’ve gotta plow through this week.