It's all about hair...
Sorry. I hope you didn't take me seriously about this being the most thrilling blog entry. You ought to know by now that I'm a sarcastic liar.
The thing is... I have a fear of hairdressers... (all the Coates' out there know why, and don't think I can't hear you laughing all the way over in Australia).
Long story short... a story I like to call, "the day the hairdresser ruined my teenage life." It's a working title. Anyway, when I was thirteen, and all obsessed about being as beautiful as humanly possible, I walked into the hairdresser's a normal, cute, GIRL looking teenager, and when I walked out I was a miserable, freakish, BOY looking teenager. And the horror of that day has lived with me ever since.
Oh, wow... don't you feel so sorry for me???
Yeah, I wouldn't either if I were you.
Anyways, it takes a lot to drag me out to see a hairdresser, but once in a blue moon I make it there... the main reason being, I start to look a little something like this:
No, really... that is actually a picture of me.
So, I took a few gazillion deep breaths, and got in the car and drove to the hairdresser yesterday. I bet you are thinking I have some horrifying experience to share with you now. Well, I don't.
I told you this would be an exciting entry.
The girl did a good job, and I was highly entertained by the shampoo boy, (?... is that really what they are called?) because he was extremely fond of the word 'awesomeness', if that even is a word. Awesomeness this, and awesomeness that... and he said it like he'd been surfing all day long, and had swallowed too much salt water.
Awesomeness. It's a pretty good word, you should all try using it in a sentence today.
Anyway... there is kinda some point to this post, although not really... aren't you so glad you stopped by?
When I got home, Conner was all over me, because he has a deep obsession with my hair, and he had to touch it and smell it, and tell me he loved it.
Which by the way, he does all the time. Tells me he loves my hair. He usually says it as he's smushing his face into it.
He's a weird kid, but I expected to have weird kids... because, well... if you've met my husband, you'd understand.
Back to the story.
Wes asked Conner if he liked my "new" hair, and Conner takes his face out of my hair for a second to say "yes." And then Wes asked him what was different about it, and Conner answers, "it got dressed."
Ummm... okay then.
Then as he's smelling my hair, he tells me, "you're hair smells like carrots mommy."
Interesting. It smelled more like hair dye to me, but what do I know.
And, yes... that is the whole post. Who would have thought I could blab on so much about a haircut???
What can I say... I had nothing else to write about, and I feel bad that I haven't been a good updater lately.
I suppose you want some kind of 'before' and 'after' pictures or something. Well... you do know I'm not too fond of putting pictures of myself on this blog... but maybe just this once. An 'after' picture, because I already showed you the before.
Here's what I look like now:
Awesomeness.