I didn't so much 'yell at her' as I began to squeak the words, "No, no, your beautiful hair!" in an eerily high-pitched voice.
Needless to say, the day did not go as planned and we spent the morning at the hairstylist taking a good 4-5 inches off the length (with lots of layers to hide the more 'dramatic' chunks of missing hair). I spent the afternoon vacuuming human hair off the floor that had somehow traversed half the rooms in the house.
So this morning, while we were working on a Thanksgiving craft, I opened the drawer to her desk to find what looked like a dead animal.
Oh, wait... no. Never mind. Just some evidence of last Friday's debacle.
hahah, and you didn't include a PICTURE? Come on! When Stefan and his brother would hurt themselves in ridiculous manner (tears, blood and all), his parents would take a picture of them, holding up a sign for the camera with what they did...they are HILARIOUS to look at now...I can totally see you guys enjoying that type of a picture, lobbed off chunks and all, in 10 years ;)
ReplyDeleteLove the title.
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Oh my gosh I love that idea, Sarah! At least you're laughing about it now, M? Great post :)
ReplyDeleteThat is hilarious, Sar. Reminds me of the 'dog shaming' photos I have seen. :P
ReplyDeleteNo, I took a couple of photos with the phone, but none of them really show how much was missing.