Hairy Situation

I walked into a Great Clips yesterday and said “please to be giving me a trim” and apparently the stylist thought “trim” meant “so short I won’t be able to put it up into a pony-tail, but long enough to blow into my face constantly.” Now it’s shorter than I’ve ever had in my life and looks absolutely terrible to everyone except Aaron but of freakin’ course he’s going to say that, he has to live with me and likes making love once in a while. RaaaAAAAWR! *breathes into a paper bag*