If you've been reading my blog for long, you'll know that I'm sort of obsessed with my hair. I will not tolerate bad hair on myself. I've had bad hair for four days in a row.

Houston, we have a problem.

If I have one bad hair day, I assume it's a glitch. Usually what I'll do to make it behave is wear my hair curly for a couple of days, then go back to flattening it out. My hair hardly ever looks bad when it's curly. This time it did.

Since I got my last cut only four weeks ago, I decided to do my own trim yesterday. I dunno, I have a hard time shelling out the do-re-mi (especially what I pay) only four weeks later. Six weeks? Yeah, I'll buy into that. Four weeks? Nope, because then I'll be off schedule for the foils. I refuse to have the foil and cut done on separate visits. Hmmmm, I'm starting to sound high maintenence.

The one good thing about curly hair is that even if I did botch it, it's hard to tell. Another thing in my favor is that I'm a beauty school dropout (yeah, go ahead and sing the song... everyone else does) so I do an OK job. I never try to touch the back of my head though... that would be insane. No need to picture a mullet folks, I only trim up the top and take some of the bulk out of the sides. I leave the length alone.

So The Hubs and I were out yesterday running errands and enjoying the sunshine after the do-it-myselfer trim. He looked over and said, "your hair looks really cute today".

Now why do I pay $140.00? Oh yeah, that's right.. so she can get the back of my hair.