I had a brand new experience this week. One that I’ve wanted to try for a number of years but had not had the opportunity. This week it was an option available to me and I jumped at the chance.
I had my hair cut by a man!
And I’m never going back to a woman hair stylist again. Or not if I can help it. He was a man of few words, I don’t think he spoke much more than 25 words to me the entire time I was in the shop. But that isn’t what made him good. He was fast! He asked two questions and snip, snip and I was done.
And it’s perfect.
Okay, I’m somewhat shocked that I chose this to blog about today, and it’s so short and to the point (why, oh a million times why did I just type “and to the phone”?). But this morning I woke with a raging migraine and my Beanie woke up feeling like…well….you don’t really want to know but it caused me to open one of her bedroom windows a smidge to allow the cold (frigid!) air in to hopefully kill all things germ. That has caused me to be even more cold than normal…as if that were even possible.