Waking up a new woman
I really wanted to finish growing my hair out for Locks of Love before I cut it (they need 10 inches) but I just couldn't do it. I tried but I felt like I was drowning in hair.
Yesterday I whacked off around 8 inches of it - and it's now a short stylish stacked bob. I am so incredibly happy with it - but I literally feel lightheaded.
Michael isn't a fan of the new cut, but whatever - I like it. It looks a lot like the way I wore it in college, and it just really suits me better. I think it's the perfect mix of professional and sexy. He freaked out this a.m. when he rolled over and woke up. He thought he was in bed with a strange woman.
It's sort of funny though - people at work keep asking - "did you cut your hair?" I just smile and say "no - it shrunk in the wash." It's gotten some odd looks.
Chowing down on wings (so hot you could burn out your entire esophagus) at dinner the other night at this little dive, someone winked at me from across the restaurant and my breath caught in my throat. He looked exactly like an older version of someone that I was quite smitten with long ago. He came up and introduced himself - and he had the same first name of his much younger doppelganger. He said - "I just wanted to say hello. I feel like I've known you somewhere, sometime before." How bizarre.
Michael and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day (his choice, not mine). He's adamantly opposed to blatant commercialism that stands in as an expression of love. I however am a sucker for flowers, perfume and all that 'girly' stuff. He's never even bought me a card. However, yesterday he surprised me - he bought me a new 20 gig mp3 player - and had uploaded all my favorite songs, washed the dishes, folded laundry, and cleaned the cat litter by the time I left for work this morning. I'll take that over a cheesy card any day.
I am a lucky woman. It's not the type of relationship I would have designed, but you know - I wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world.
Yesterday I whacked off around 8 inches of it - and it's now a short stylish stacked bob. I am so incredibly happy with it - but I literally feel lightheaded.
Michael isn't a fan of the new cut, but whatever - I like it. It looks a lot like the way I wore it in college, and it just really suits me better. I think it's the perfect mix of professional and sexy. He freaked out this a.m. when he rolled over and woke up. He thought he was in bed with a strange woman.
It's sort of funny though - people at work keep asking - "did you cut your hair?" I just smile and say "no - it shrunk in the wash." It's gotten some odd looks.
Chowing down on wings (so hot you could burn out your entire esophagus) at dinner the other night at this little dive, someone winked at me from across the restaurant and my breath caught in my throat. He looked exactly like an older version of someone that I was quite smitten with long ago. He came up and introduced himself - and he had the same first name of his much younger doppelganger. He said - "I just wanted to say hello. I feel like I've known you somewhere, sometime before." How bizarre.
Michael and I don't celebrate Valentine's Day (his choice, not mine). He's adamantly opposed to blatant commercialism that stands in as an expression of love. I however am a sucker for flowers, perfume and all that 'girly' stuff. He's never even bought me a card. However, yesterday he surprised me - he bought me a new 20 gig mp3 player - and had uploaded all my favorite songs, washed the dishes, folded laundry, and cleaned the cat litter by the time I left for work this morning. I'll take that over a cheesy card any day.
I am a lucky woman. It's not the type of relationship I would have designed, but you know - I wouldn't trade him for anyone in the world.
posted by April at 9:06 AM
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