I’m telling people at the office that I let Michael try out his new weed whacker in the vicinity of my head, but I actually paid someone to chop off half my hair. I think I like it. It’s in my face quite a bit, because I now have those sweepy bangs everyone else in the world has this week.
On the down side, every strand that I could still claim to have some lingering blonde in it is now in a trash can somewhere. The blonde, she has left the building.
I’d introduce you to the brunette, but I can’t find the camera.
ETA next day: Wendy took pictures at lunch today. The wind’s blowing, but you get the idea.
Lisa H says
and this is the weekend you’re not visiting me?! *smacks self in head* Why did I tell you not to visit? *sigh*
PICTURES!!! MUST HAVE PICTURES!!!
(if not soon, I will send my mother over to your house with a camera and you know what kind of havoc that will cause!!)
Lisa H says
Did my comment go through?
If not, imagine me threatening to send my mother over there with a camera if you don’t post a picture soon. (I’d do it, too!)
It went into the spam queue for some reason. I fished it out.
I will assign Michael to find the camera, and if that doesn’t work I’ll prevail on the graphic designer at work….