So, I got a haircut Tuesday night. We were supposed to go to the other place where they usually get their (Mom and Ate Noning) haircut, but my Mom insisted on trying this new place where her co-worker had her hair cut. Despite my protest and my power to just ignore her and drive her to the other place, I agreed. Hey, she’s paying.
We had no appointment so we had to wait a while. I don’t know how many million times I mentioned before, but I hate waiting. That’s why I always go to salons on weekdays mid-afternoon so no one will be there. But Mom was paying… 😉
Mom’s hair looked great, but I wasn’t really satisfied with mine. It looked fine, really, but I guess I was just too stubborn to admit it. And I “fixed” it a little bit last night.
Do I look almost 25? Just dropping hints that it’s going to be my birthday soon 😉 .