Thank you for asking.
While in sunny Florida playing by the pool and relaxing at the beach, there was only one thing that bothered me.
It was in that in-between stage. The stage where is doesn't fall quite right. Usually this stage comes before long hair, but truthfully in 10 years, I have never made it past this stage. I try to endure the hair in my eyes, and I try to embrace the messy look, but after 27 days of wearing a bandanna to tame my locks, I usually give in and cut.
It is a vicious, vicious cycle, and I reached the end of the cycle while I visited Florida.
The only solution to my problem was to do the deed, so I found a hair salon, walked in, and had them cut it.
It isn't the best cut that I have ever had (remember when I was scalped????), but I figured that it would grow out and my girl (whom I love, love, love!! Thank you Patty!!!) could fix it. I was feeling quite good, and back to my sassy Annie-self.
That is, I was feeling quite good until Ab spied my new do.
"Mom, you look like the boy that likes other boys on that singing show you watch."
Ab thinks I look like the character, Kurt, from Glee.
Apparently, I now resemble a singing, openly gay teenager.
(Incidentally, I am quite sure that hubs thinks that I pulled a bait and switch on him since I had long hair when we married. When I cut it the day after our honeymoon, I think that hubs even shed a tear. I, however, did a dance of joy!)