February 11, 2006

For a while now, probably since 2006 started, I really really really wanted to cut my hair. My hair was seriously too long...it almost reached my butt. Yet, for some reason anyone I mentioned the idea of cutting it, they would tell me not to.

What can I say...my hair is an entity all in itself. People love it and I'm not exactly sure why. I mean, it's just hair. This reminds me of Jesse and how he would go around saying, "Suzy's got that good hair". So one day, I was talking to Andrea about getting it cut and finally someone agreed with me. YAY! I set up the appointment and we were off.

There we were at the salon waiting our turn. When the lady finally comes over she sees my hair and says, "Ay, que pelo mas bello...no, no te lo debes cortar." Translation: Oh what beautiful hair...no you shouldn't cut it. WTF! Not even someone I would be paying wanted me to cut my hair! By then I didn't care and was going to have the damn thing cut no matter what. So I was set up with another lady and she didn't give me her opinion. She just asked what I wanted and she C-U-T I-T.

It was great. My head felt so light. I mean, she cut like 10inches off. Everything is faster now from washing my hair to styling it. Ahhhhhhhh. hahaha! I'm happy. :)