Just don't call me Shorty, k?

Upper: Me last week

Lower: Me today....
I can't stop touching my hair...it feels so strange to me.

I need to wear scarves so my neck 1.) stays warm and 2.) doesn't look so white and available.

I hadn't planned to go this short. Here's what happened:

Got this really great flat iron for Christmas. That sucker is hot. It burned a good portion of my mop so that it resembled dog bum hair...not the kind of hair that I like to run my fingers thru because they'd get STUCK. it was gross and this was the only way of saving it.

Steph did a good job doing JUST THAT...Why does short hair look so good on her, or on other people?

I'm not saying it won't or doesn't look good...I haven't fixed it yet today and I'm skeered to. I need the good products that she uses...they smell divine too.

Anyways, this is what's going on around here. In the whole scheme of things (people dying in Haiti, people fussing over our gov't, people struggling with money, life, situations they find themselves in) it is so minor and I will get used to it.

Just don't flip out when you see me. This is the shortest I've ever had my hair. EVER.

Hope your Thursday is shaping up into a nice one...hey, the sun is shining and God is so good. all the time.

p.s. did you notice the first song that comes on when you open my blog? Forever and Ever, Amen. my Facebook friends pointed out the line in that song where Randy Travis says he's not in love with her hair, it could all fall out and he'd still love her. David thought that was pretty funny...and he told me he still loves me! good thing too.