March 24, 2006
Son, you're still young, and you always jump the gun.
Rum and scissors you say? I'll see you and raise you.
1. General boredom.
2. Boredom directed specifically at hair.
3. This stuff is really damned good. Nobody else I know will willingly drink it.
4. An after-the-fact reenaction of a very important morale-building exercise.
5. Not-exactly-sober reflection.
6. For the record, the reattachment surgery was not a success.
7. The infamous Dianna Woolsey Stupid Dance, visibly cuter with short hair than long.
8. Please note that this dance is not for the faint of posterior. But let's try to think of the children here, guys.
Speaking of the children, actually, I'm going to see if Locks of Love would like this follicular albatross of which I'm now rid. As much as I was tired of having so much hair, I can see not wanting to be bald.
Posted by dianna at March 24, 2006 07:09 PM
those children need some good waggling. keep up the strong work.
butt waggling. waggling with the butt. is what i mean to say.
I understood you. There may be people on the internet who would associate other kinds of waggling with children, but I am not one of them.
I also cut Jacob's hair today, but he refused to do the butt dance. That man has no concern for the children.
It looks good! The hair and the dance. Plus now you'll save a lot of money on shampoo. Because of the hair, not because of the dance.
Thank you! It's still a work in progress, actually -- the nice thing about cutting your own hair is that if you wake up the next day and don't like it, you can get a totally different haircut without having to leave the house with the one you've got. I've done precisely that, and also discovered to my eternal joy that the best way to style it now is to put it under a beanie for an hour. No kidding. It's great. If I'd only known, I'd have done this at the beginning of winter and had a nice warm head all this time.