Oh say can you seeeeee myyyy eyes, if you can then my hairs to short!  Down to here, down to there..... 

And I'm singing again today??  Huh.  That's the song, "Hair".  Original, yes, I know.  Speaking of hair, I let my husband cut mine on sunday.  Oh yes I did!  Why in sam hill would I let my husband, who is a contractor and works with big stuff like hammers and boards, do something as delicate as take scissors to my hair?  Well, that's a good question, and the answer would take way too much explaining on the complexities of my psyche, and I'm doing you a huge favor by not "going there."  The beauty of the situation is that my terrible new hair do has been a wonderful source of laughter for me and for him.  He actually busted out laughing WHILE he was cutting my bangs.  I knew then that I'd done it again-  screwed my hair all up.  But to give you an idea of how awesome my husband is, he shaved a big ole handle bar mustache and will strike a "blue steel" pose in the middle of the kitchen when I least expect it.  (Blue steel is a reference to the movie, "Zoolander", haven't seen it?  Well you should.)  We look like total nut jobs!!  And I'm loving it!  When I want to look normal, I throw some bobby pins in them there bangs and go about my day!  The whole point was to cover my aging forehead (yes I know tanning causes wrinkles and if I didn't lay in the sun I could still have a smoother and younger looking forehead, but why would I want to look old and pale when I'm young, just to look young and pale when I'm old?) .  So I cut my hair and pin it back with bobby pins.....  because I think it makes me look younger:)