I'd say I got a haircut, but that would be an understatement. I chopped off 10 inches of hair. Locks of Love. I couldn't stand my hair anymore but I couldn't give up on the Locks of Love donation after waiting so long to cut it, so my hair is now shorter than it's been in about 13 years. The first time in that amount of time that I can not get it in a ponytail.
Shock aside, I really like it. The only thing I have to figure out is how to keep me from looking like a poodle without blowdrying... I hate blowdrying. Of course now that my hair is so short it shouldn't take so long to do and I won't mind it as much. But still, I can't even be bothered to put on lipstick most days, 15 minutes of blowdrying seems like a huge commitment. And the other part of it is, I really wanted a curly style. So now to figure out curly, not huge, with all my hair. Hmmm...
Eliana got a kick out of it. I came home with it wet, so she associates the change with wet hair and even now that it's dry she keeps playing with it and saying "wet hair". She really likes putting it in front of my eyes and playing peekaboo.
Hair aside, I'm definitely feeling like a different person in other ways too. OK more like a different species. The belly is huge, the boobs are heavy, so I've reached the stage where I start feeling simian. (Pathologically anthropological, as always.) As Elly would say, "EEE-EEE, OOO-OOO." I should start knuckle-walking, it would do my back some good...
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