Friday, March 14, 2008

When You Move Cross Country, Take Your Hairdresser With You

Had to borrow from Susie's barrette drawer to keep my long flowing tresses out of my eyes.



I nearly walked into the grocery with that thing on.

I coulda got beat up for doing something like that.

Just kidding, Mom.

I've simply been avoiding the dreaded task of finding a new "stylist."

(Not to be confused with "someone who cuts hair.")

Because she can't just be a good stylist, she has to be a good conversationalist too.

(You know, to make up for my total lack of social skills.)

So I have since determined that my haircuts ("styles") will now include the cost of an airline ticket.

I hope she likes the Pacific Northwest.