While still shaky Sunday morning, I decided to cut my hair. It had been two months. Often, Josh and I trade haircuts, and I had hoped for that over Thanksgiving, but the fates had other plans.
So here I am with an inverse gap in my hair, and very few have the nerve to say anything. People are funny that way.
-- text tapped from a virtual keyboard. You found misspellings? Imagine that. Get over it.