I Claimed The Day (Or At Least The Hair Cut)

I haven’t had a haircut since before G was born, and I just really needed one badly.  Last week, I decided to go get it done (haircuts are ALWAYS low on the priority and budget list), and then the Hair Cut Robber struck.  And struck again.  My icky-brittle-way-to-long-even-for-a-ponytail hair could wait a little while for a tune up… a long while.  At least until they (who is THEY??) caught the guy.  On lunch today, I was heading out to my usual, but in light of yesterday’s accomplishment, resolved to change my attitude.  No haircut robber was going to deny me cute hair.   I was going to get my hair cut NOW.  HairCuttery is the best; no appointment needed, and noon is not too busy since no one has apparently figured out (like I have) that the lunch time haircut is an awesome way to break up the day and get in some relaxing me time while also scratching off a to-do list item.  And now I’m back at the office enjoying my shorn locks, and I feel great knowing that I took back control of my hair