On Saturday, I cut off a huge length of hair for Locks of Love. It's a ten inch minimum, so I was anticipating some seriously short hair. Apparently, I am a terrible judge of that sort of thing, because my hair is no where near as short as I thought it would be. I can still pull it back - which is a big deal for me. There's only so long I can deal with it hanging in my face, or blowing around. I do have a stubby little pony, much like a Dobie that has been docked. So at work today, I've been getting TONS of compliments. One coworker said she wanted to bite my cheeks. Another one got frisky with me in the hallway. There has been petting. I feel like a puppy, or a baby. But I guess it is OK because both those things are cute (usually) and I know people are being complimentary.
I know it will be old news by the end of the day, but I'm soaking it up while I can.
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