Oops I did it again, I played with your heart...

Today's it for photos of me. Bit of an overdose of them...

So, on Monday,   I said "He loves me even when my hair shrinks after I've been to the hairdresser".  Cryptic eh?  

He thought so too. 

He was away over the weekend, I had my hair cut, and when I got home, I thought, you know what, there's still a bit too much hair there. 

So I chopped it.  

I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to maintain my head over the toilet (to get rid of the evidence more efficiently), and chopped.   

Where there was hair, I now have ears.  

I have the hairband on to disguise the fact that it is slightly uneven.  I needn't have bothered, he never noticed. Even after I said "you didn't wonder what "shrunk" meant? 

I'm completely delighted with it.   For the same reason that my first dad used to let me cut his hair.... "There's only a week of a difference between a good haircut and one of yours". 


:-)