I cut my hair when I get bored. And then I grow it out. It seems to have stopped growing. Maybe it knows it’s hanging out in the awkward just-above-the-shoulder-length stage and it wants to drive me crazy. Not being able to tie it in a ponytail makes me want to pull it out. I wish I could wake up tomorrow with a do like this:
I want her hair, and her paycheck would be nice too (56 million this last year), but definitely not her personal life.
or even this:
On our honeymoon December 2008 before I chopped it.
Grow baby, grow!
Allison G.
p.s. We’re going on vacation tomorrow and saying goodbye to technology for a few days. I can’t wait.
