(on my way to the salon)
I went to the salon to get my hair trimmed a few days ago.
The girl I usually go to, does a fabulous job.
She doesn't speak much English so I always bring a picture of how I want it,
and she cuts it exactly like the picture.
Since I just wanted a trim this time, I didn't feel it was necessary to bring a picture.
That was a mistake.
Because apparently, to her, a trim is eight inches.
I thought maybe I'd feel better if I dyed it blonde.
I'll probably be dying it back in a few days.
My poor hair.