But eventually the day got underway and I was home alone for six hours. Cold and alone and already caught up on my DVR'd episodes of The Middle, I looked in the mirror and said, "I think I need bangs." That's how I got here:
And incidentally, how I ended up looking twelve years old. And not even just because of the eyeroll.
I discovered something while I was cutting my bangs in the mirror. See that mole on my neck?
How about now?
I've received mixed reviews on my bangs. When Samantha got in the car as I picked her up from school she said, "What happened?" "I was bored," I answered. Then she said, "And THAT'S why I don't let you cut my hair." Cory also confessed that it is not his favorite, but the guy gets credit for supporting me when I went red. Remember that? Ooh! And remember when wearing a rainbow shirt didn't mean you were gay?
You could always just focus on my cute scarf.