I got my hairs cut

Well it was about time for a haar schnitt. That's German for hair schnitt. I mean hair cut. Now remember, I've been wanting long hair for years and years and working my hardest to not cut it. It was a big effort....consisting primarily of not getting haircuts. But when I realized that I could sit and pick split ends out of my hair for the entire Sunday School class, and when I saw that even my split ends were getting split ends, I decided it was time to take matters into my own hands. And someone else's scissors.

Pre Haircut. I don't know how all the boys don't want this.

Post Haircut.

I went to Great Clips because it was a very spur of the moment thing. I couldn't make an appointment and, heaven forbid, wait a few days. Well when Great Clips turned out to be Poop Clips, like we all knew it would, I called the ward haircutting lady and made an appointment. (Seriously, look at my hair in that picture...what's with the three strands at the bottom that are longer than the rest? How did she miss those??) Ugh. It was terrble.

Luckily sweet Sister Rowley fixed my hair and I lived happily ever after.