Every once in a while I like to give Cory a little surprises. I feel that it keeps our marriage fresh and interesting.
Today I was feeling generous, so I let him wake up to this little scene:
Nothing says I love you like a sink fulla hair.
I've always kind of had a thing for cutting hair. I used to try to get my little brother to play "sleep" so I could give him a trim. I think I may have missed my calling.
You know who you should NEVER, under ANY circumstances let cut your hair? My sister Jackie. She convinced me (on two separate occasions) to let her cut my bangs. Both times were terrible. One time was the night before my already bound to be awkward first day of 8th grade. She gave me a prickly two inch fringe that took 3 months to grow to a regular length. It gave me the opportunity to work on my personality.
I like the new bangs so far. I think they held up pretty well to a long day of work and class.
|If you look closely, you'll see that I left the tooth paste splatters on the bathroom mirror for our little photoshoot. I'm classy.|