My big boy and I, we need haircuts. Badly. Of course no matter his length, he still looks cute. Sadly that doesn't work when you're 31. I am so over the ponytail. And, ahem, non-brown strands. This is the longest by hair has been in a very long time. Five years. I can't stand hair in my face. Too many years dancing with hair scraped into a bun. I prefer it short. And out of my way. And that's the way it will be when I return from my hairdresser's on Saturday afternoon. Not Michelle Williams short (which it once was ~ I have chickened out) but short-er. Anything will be a positive.
After all, I have to look my best for my little guy's birthday bash. And Tim's lens.
A certain amount of vanity is absolutely essential. You know it.
