April 30, 2010
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Next Time I’ll Have My Drunk Friends Cut It.
I can’t even begin to discuss the horrific haircut I got from someone who called themselves a stylist. If you could sue for bad haircuts- I’d have already hired a lawyer and be at the Supreme Court getting this crap-ass “stylist” thrown in the slammer.
Two words to describe the disaster?
Lawn & mower.
Yep.
Well- it’s a god thing hair grows back. I guess I’ll just have to celebrate my freakness for the next, oh- 6 months.
Good times.
To lighten the mood/moment/disaster- I wanted to share this photo I took of my friends little boy tonight. She, the kids and I had a date. His shirt was perfectly timed for me when I walked up the stairs to meet them. Nothing cures the misery of a tragic haircut like a couple of cute kids, picking flowers and skipping with them and scarfing some pizza and ice cream.
Anonymous
April 30, 2010 at 2:29 pmYou should start cutting it yourself. Your awesome. How hard can it be?
Diane
April 30, 2010 at 2:41 pmAgreed! My little sis has told me this for years as she cuts her and it looks amazing. All I know is as of right now I am never planning to let any strangers near my head with scissors ever again! 🙁
Thanks for the thought!
E.V.V.
April 30, 2010 at 7:02 pmWhere did you go? That is aggravating, but you are so cute it doesn’t matter what your hair looks like any way! Make it platinum – go wild!