Last night i think i thought i was about 8 years old again and that actually going through with what i did would actually be fine. I’m not sure exactly what i was thinking – oh wait! I wasn’t thinking at all, clearly. When i tell you what it is, you may just think i’m crazy. Maybe a little. Probably a lot. And actually, i don’t even have to tell you. All i really need to say is two words. I could probably even say one of the words and you’d get it. You may even have it now and i haven’t even said any of the key words. Yikes! Yes, it’s that bad. Are you ready for it?
Scissors and hair.
There, i said it. I said the dreadful (and embarrassing) two words that got me into this situation in the first place. Yikes! Yes, it’s that bad. I could tell you that i gave myself what could be considered a partial mullet, or that i can spike my “bangs” perfectly without gel, but the fact is they’re still long enough to clip back and hair grows, right? I mean, my hair is growing as i type this. It’ll be the perfect length in no time!
So now that i’m pretty much an 8 year old child who “experiments” with their hair and learns their lesson, my lesson from that day obviously didn’t stick with me last night when this occurred. All i have to say is thank heavens for hair clips and hats. And that hair grows. Hopefully fast. Please grow fast. Yikes! Yes, it IS that bad.
Oh, Sweet World – scissors should not be given to 8 year olds (with hair)!