Wednesday, September 27, 2006

I Am Shaggy. Like Dog!


I also, apparently, sit pretty when I want things, and prounce about on a red carpet.

That being said, I am doing everything I can to resist grabbing a pair of scissors and running to the bathroom to chop at my bangs.

I am determined to make it through to Saturday, when I have an appointment with the lovely Tasha for a cut and colour.

But the bangs...they are looking at me, and begging to be cut. It is making my monkey crazy.

2 comments:

roro said...

You're so restrained. I cut my own bangs willy-nilly and then end up looking really "surprised" until they grow out. Once, right before a funeral, I cut them with fingernail clippers. Not a great decision. Heed my warnings and stay strong! Wait for the hairdresser!

Melissa said...

I may have to confess to trimming them a couple of weeks ago. It was an agonizingly slow process, but I am a champ with the scissors! I will come and cut your bangs for you, Rose. Just let me know the next time you'll be attending a funeral.