random bits and pieces

haircuts

I went to get my haircut in Houston. I was just going to get a trim, and I made an appointment with my usual hair stylist. However, when I got there she hadn't arrived yet. I figured that since all I wanted was a *trim* it shouldn't be that difficult... never again will I trust a stranger with scissors. Yes I believe for however long I live one of two people will be able to cut my hair. Dave said "well you're only ever two weeks away from a bad haircut." Well I'm counting down the days. I'm on day 11. I actually had to go back to the haircut place after breakfast to have my usual stylist fix it. I was not a happy camper. I even ruined my mother's normally relaxing breakfast at Le madeleine to go back. Her description of the hair was: "it looks like a dog chewed the ends." See i was hardly overreacting. So my usual stylist fixed part of it, but now it's at that awkward length where it flips out... :( I actually had to spend time on my hair this morning... I usually just brush & go. I took out the flat iron *and* the hairdryer. It was an event. I'm not sure I can keep up with this amount of maintenance.