My Hair

You know when things just kinda happen?  Like, you wake up from a nap and decided to cut your hair?  Since most of you, like me, may not be able to see without glasses, you may decide the most logical course of action is to cut your hair WITHOUT THEM ON. This happens right?  I'm sure it does. Stuff like this happens to me all the time. Anyway, I cut my hair. Short. While practically blind.  Why, may you ask?  Well, it goes like this.  Bill and I were at a bar talking to some people and decided to start a punk band. AS ONE DOES.  If this seems weird to any of you then you haven't spent more than one second around my husband. This is completely normal.  My two best friends call him Daddy and we are going to go move to a commune some day. Only part of that is true.

SOOOO, back to the hair story.  I decide that since we have quasi formed a punk band (still need a drummer) I would cut my hair spiky and dye it pink. I had a spray bottle of pink dye (temporary of course).  Believe it or not it looked like crap, pink crap.  And it didn't cover the gray as I was hoping it would so I washed it out.  By this time the entire tub was pink and hair was everywhere.

 Where are the pictures you ask? ARE YOU KIDDING ME? I only have two hands and was cutting by feel.  Selfie stick or no, pictures of the event were not taken.  Now, I did take an after picture. It's longer on one side, there is a reason for that.  I know I have sworn a few to secrecy on this matter but I have to explain this or no one will get it.  I had two brain surgeries for cancer. I have a big old whopping scar on the left side of my head. If my hair is too short it shows.  Then everyone would know what is wrong with me ;-)

I'll let you know when our first show is.

Doing my best Billy Idol sneer.