Friday night, I'm getting a haircut ....12 inches cut off. I've had it...I'm sick to death of it, and I'm not gonna deal with it anymore. It's 26 inches long, and the hair that gets cut off is being donated to Locks for Love. Hubby isn't too thrilled, but he's tired of it getting in his face at night.
Speddie no! I love long hair on a woman....but if you must I respect it. Quidate mi amiga.......tu eres mi amor.
Aw, heck! I saw this too late. It's a done deal, and I regret doing it. I don't regret donating to Locks for Love, but it's too high maintenance. 45 minutes in front of the mirror this morning, and it's still not like I want it.
Ya shoulda called me and stopped me while there was still time!!!! Ah ha!!! This is YOUR fault!