....and AFTER

The hair is gone. I feel such relief and I'm sure you do, too, since you won't have to read about it anymore. Keep in mind that it won't look this way ever again because the hair absolutely never looks the same as when the hairdresser does it. I want wash and go and she use a roll brush and a hairdryer and some gunk in it. Now, I'm not adverse to said gunk...I used gunk with my spikes, so I'll be playing with it this week to see what I'll end up with. Of course, by the time I figure out what I like, it will have grown out again because of my freakishly fast growing hair. My hairdresser said no less than 4 times after she cut it, "Oh, yeah, you're definitely a short hair girl". That ensures I'll never try the long hair thing again. Ya can't say I didn't try, at least.




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On another note...my mom called today to ask if there's any news on Kevin (as if she wouldn't hear me screaming from over an hour away, or something). She informed me that she bought a stroller and some books for Kevin. She also asked if I got a crib yet and said she found a 4-in-1 crib and wondered if I'd like that. Oh, abso-freakin'-lutely! She's picking it up and bringing it to me this week. WooHoo! This made me inordinately happy. Just like the day she told me she kisses his picture and tells him she can't wait for him to be home. It just touches me so deeply that she is so on-board with the adoption. Excuse me while I get a tissue...