Friday night, I went to a dance, and, just like at every other stake dance I went to in my life, the one thing dominating my thoughts was my hair. I really didn't like it. I needed a trim. So, on my Saturday To Do List I put "hair cut," right after "shower" and right before "laundry." I was excited about this one. I jumped in the shower and got all clean and then got dressed and took out the scissors, and, for the first time since I was 5, I cut my own hair.
I'm sad to tell you that my hair-cutting skills have not improved much. What can I say, I'm a librarian, not a stylist. So, I laughed (that's the important part), got out some bobby pins, pinned up my way too short bangs, and went out to do some laundry. For the next three weeks, I'm going to have one look. I'm pretty excited about it. All my bangs are pulled up in the middle of my head with four bobby pins.
My roommate says she can even things out for me in about three weeks.