Today could be the day that I could post a deep, introspective, well-written post.
But, our choir from church is singing the national anthem at the Spurs game tonight, and of course that means I will be on the Jumbotron and television and everything, so of course I need to look nice. But of course I could not get in for a haircut because I waited until this morning to call.
And of course my bangs are just a smidge too long and of course I decided the best way to deal with that would be to get the scissors and DEAL WITH IT MYSELF.
So, I announced intentions to do just that.
And of course my sensible husband tried to stop me with “maybe you could just run by Fantastic Sams?” Which of course is code for “My God, woman, when are you going to learn what happens when you get near your head with a pair of scissors?!?!”
But of course, I didn’t listen, and just explained I was going to be really careful and take just a little off.
And this happened.