I got 3 inches cut off my head today. Yeah. You heard right. Today was maintenance day. I was feeling vulnerable at the salon. I volunteered myself to have my brows done. Terrible idea. Then I have no idea what came over me. I found myself asking about the lip. You know, the lip. Every woman's pain in the tush. (maybe not every woman.) Next thing I know the lady is telling me to be calm. Close my eyes. Count to ten. (Boys- you have it so so good). Then came the most excruciating pain. It was horrid. I think I can now handle child birth. I may have dropped the f bomb. I will not confirm or deny that.
So now Betty Bridesmaid is ready for action.