I went for a haircut today after work. The beautician always spikes my hair. It wasn't spiked when I walked into the salon but everytime I walk out, it's sticking out in every direction. I just let her have her fun. I'm just going to come home and wash it anyway (I can't stand those little pieces around my neck-eww, too itchy). I just get into my car as quickly as possible and hope I won't run into anyone I know on the way home.
When I walked in the door at home, A looked up at me and told me "You look like a dandelion." Oh, the abuse I take. I'm going to have to find someone to take me in as a foster. She will appreciate me when I'm gone. :)