Hair today, Gone tomorrow

Yesterday I got my hair cut. I was 100% sober when I went in. I think I should have been 100% drunk. OMG! what was I thinking! Nothing normal that is for sure.

I have decided to 1. never get my hair cut again and 2. never, ever, ever in a million years to get my hair cut again. It is short and I now have bangs. Luckily I escaped before I started begging for big hair or a perm.

Bangs! seriously, I have no idea how I uttered those words but I did and they now reside on my forehead. Which now detracts from my one small eye. But Bangs? This is worse than the years in high school where I either wanted the Dorothy Hamill bob or the Farrah Fawcett flip. Neither one was one iota flattering to my slightly long face (and of course the small eye) and yet I consistently chose those styles over and over again. FOR GODS SAKE, why didn't someone say anything.

This one is my fault, though I do blame the fact that all my words in my vocabulary to explain how I want my hair are from the 80's. So I am fortunate that I didn't exit the salon with over teased hair and some sort of Flash dance t-shirt and leg warmers. But I did exit with Bangs, so it very well could be a toss up.

The rest of the hair is short and layery. According to the stylist, I can just tousle it and I am good to go. I'm pretty sure in her world she would be ready to go. I on the other hand will end up with a small eye and some sort of rats nest with bangs on my head. It is official, I am never getting my hair cut again and my dating pool is going to encompass quite a few guys who have serious eye problems. Like they are blind. Or they are really into bangs.