I just wrote a true story about how my mood is affected by my mane. When I need a color or cut I get cranky. These days my color is fading faster than my desire for veggies. Give me Bryer's Chocolate Ice Cream with Truffles.
So today I stopped in Great Clips for a hair cut because I was irritated by my bangs falling in my eyes. I told the hairdresser the last time I was there, the beautician thinned the back of my hair.
She said, "That makes it look fuzzy."
I said, "I don't care. I'd rather have frizzy than bushy." She replied, "NOT ME!"
She was quickly getting on my last nerve when a couple walked in. He sat in the next chair. The hairdresser asked him what he wanted. He replied, "Cut it short. All over!"
His female companion shouted, "NO! Leave his sideburns. That's the only part I like about his hair."
I wonder if Taylor and Travis will ever get to that point?
My mood has changed immensely, and I like my new do... even the little frizzy in back.
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