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Turn and face the strain, ch-ch-changes. Wha? Oh, sorry. Sidetracked again. Moving right along.

I think I want to cut my hair short. Shorter than it was the last time G cut it. I'm kinda scared to do it. I had it super short when I lived in AZ eons ago but I was also 20 years old. I'm nowhere near that age anymore. I wonder if I'll look like an older broad trying to look young and hip (I can't believe I just typed that) or if it'll look natural on me. Gah! I hate this indecision. I looked at hundreds of photos in the last hour and a half. I found two that I like. Sad. Here they are:

So what do we think? The blonde one too short? Let's keep in mind that I am so low maintenance that I'm no maintenance. I'm lucky if I get to blow dry my hair (I am trying to make time for it G!) I just need some opinions other than my husband saying "Whatever you do, it'll look great". Let's refresh everyone on what I look like. Prepare yourselves:

Oh look at that lovely family. What a good looking man there! And those kids? Well, well, well won't someone have their hands full when they hit middle school?

Bring on the hits about my jersey. At least I know GEORGE! would appreciate it. My father*, on the other hand, may not hang this photo in the house. The grandkids may be it's saving grace because it certainly isn't his daughter or son-in-law.

And G? I wasn't thinking when she took this shot. If I had been, I would have moved behind Peanut because HELLO? Wasted space behind her and I look like I was tossed in for good measure. I think we were so damn happy that the kids were listening so well that we went with the flow. In and out 10 minutes. I kid you not. I asked the children "Who are you and what have you done with my kids. Please don't leave, just tell me what you've done with them." I couldn't believe these were my children. Behaving. In public no less. Karma was liking us that day.

She shit on us the next day but such is life with these two.

*he's a fan of these fellas though Lord knows we're all tried to convert him to this side of the river. No dice. I wouldn't even think of trying to get him on my side. It would take an act of Congress and the Pope intervening for that to go down.


Anonymous said…
The blonde one is better, it looks lower maintnance, throw some gel in and shape it, the other one I see blow dryes and curling irons involved....


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