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.