I intended to tell you a funny story about getting my hair cut yesterday, but it turns out that my brain went to mush during the work day. Instead of a long, semi-humorous saga, you’re going to get a short, sweet, to the point version of the story.
I always forget to get haircuts. In fact, I’ve been forgetting since June 2010. That’s eight months, people! My hair is super curly, so it wasn’t a pretty picture.
I’m glad that phase is over for now. Getting a haircut is so simple, yet I can never remember to add it to my to do list. [Shrug.]
I probably used the word “lazy” at least a dozen times to describe my hair maintenance to the lady at the salon. There has to be a better way to describe that situation. Maybe I’ll start going with, “I prioritize other things.” That means that I would rather spend my time doing almost anything other than worry about my hair. I would actually rather do dishes, and that’s a pretty strong statement.
Yep, so there things stand. Hair crisis has once again been avoided.
On the way home from said hair appointment, I stopped for some super delicious burger and fries action. This place dumps fries into your takeout bag in addition to your regularly ordered quantity of fries. I’m a fan. Then when I got home, my monthly edition of Cooking Light was in the mailbox. I felt like a fat kid caught with a two-gallon tub of ice cream or something.