liar, liar pants on fire!

Sometimes I have so much to share that I get completely overwhelmed and don't share anything at all...Lets start with my hair....

3 years ago I cut butchered  my own hair. I pinky promised and swore up and down to the Husband that  I would put away the scissors and never pull them out again (with the exception of justifying that my bangs weren't part of my hair....made sense to me:) 

I was always told that nothing good happens after 11:00 p.m.....I think there is some truth to that! I decided my bangs needed a little love....then I started thinking about layers.....would they make my ever rounding face look more angular?? NOPE. I started hacking...I couldn't stop...I started panicking! 3 years of hard work now was laying in my sink....My hair grows painfully slow...I immediately hid the "evidence" and put back my hair the best I could....

The Husband walks in. My heart is thumping out of my chest....He comments how he hates when I cut my own bangs....Then I take down my hair.....

His words "Not even sure what to say". and he goes to bed. Ouch.

He informed me the next morning that I had 3 huge chunks missing out of the back. I told him that as long as I couldn't see them I was ok (insert a double thumbs up from me and an eyebrow raise from him.)

It is always a humbling experience to walk in a salon as a grown women and tell them you got into the scissors...I told the nice lady I would really like to avoid the "graduation haircut" 
With all the stacks in back. It looked cute on Candi and I back in 1993 and I loved it in college.....but at 8 months pregnant "cute" was not what I was looking for.

They handed me the mirror. Yep. Another graduation haircut.....I looked so dang cute I felt like crying...(.my beautician did a wonderful job with what she had to work with :) I still question why it always seems like a good idea to them to curl my bangs???

The Husband picks me up and smiles at me. I caress what is left of my locks and determine it will be a good six months before I can put that baby back in my signature ponytail. The only thing I have been sure about this pregnancy was when I am in labor I was going to pull my hair up in a top knot.....Now I would be sporting a haircut that would look cute on a 12 year old or a mother of 12...

Just then a man, yes a man walks out with the most beautiful long silky hair...mine was never that long and definitely not that silky...so why I start crying I am not sure...enviouse I suppose....the Husband puts a comforting hand on my knee and said "did we learn our lesson?" Haha....not a good time for him to say that.

I told him I wanted that mans hair....He asked me why when I had Justin Biebers hair cut....He gently squeezed my knee and said "does someone have Biber fever?"

lesson learned: Being spontaneous is a good thing, being impulsive is not!