Went to get my hair cut today, because I'm going out tonight and didn't want to look like a scruffy git. Ended up not being the best day for it -- kids are off school, and Easter is coming up, so like, four moms brought all their little kids in to get their hair cut, and I had to wait for them all, standing by the rack of hair products because the kids were spread out all over the chairs. Then a guy came in who looked like a skinny, young Tom Hardy. Which wasn't a bad thing, just something I noticed because I'd gotten bored with reading Sports Illustrated. Then I think (think, not really sure) a couple of the stylists were making fun of me behind my back for having a masculine cut. But I don't even care, because dude, I had a coupon and the gal cut my hair really well. And hey, if they were making fun of me, it probably means I'm doing my hair right.
At least I got it done.
At least I got it done.