I cut my hair.
You wanna see?
Okay, well first I need to explain that I had butterflies in my stomach all morning long and made frequent stops to the little girl's room. Then I was sitting in the salon chair, my knuckles were white as I gripped the arms (as if I'm getting my teeth drilled without Novocaine) and explained to dear Tabitha (my adorable, forgiving hair person) that the sound from the friction of the metal shears breaking each individual strand of hair was making me want to vomit.
And she said, "Good thing you have a cape on, 'cause there's no going back now."
And there you have it.
I'll post all the "cute" pictures in a few minutes. Stop scowling, Ste still hasn't seen it yet. I'll feel like I'm cheating.