Then I started growing it long, and I wondered how long I could get it for a nice donation. I got here:
I don't know how women get it to their waist. It was already getting in the way of things. The kids kept sitting on it, Michael pulled out a chunk when he took Ander from my arms, I found apple stickers hanging out, one day I walked out to get the mail and came back with a spider dangling from the end. It was time to cut...
There it is. A done deal. I was wimpy in the moment and didn't go as short as before, but now that I made the first step, I'm ready for the second.
I may even go to the length Michael sported in college:
That's seriously him,
awesome.
Yes, I'm here to see Dr. Walker...
3 comments:
Love this post. Especially Michael's picture. It made me laugh out loud. Your hair is adorable.
Awesome. These pictures are worth thousands of words! You look great!
Whoa! That's a side of Dr. Walker I didn't expect to see. Hilarious!
I love your hair, by the way. It looks great!
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