And by “it”, I don’t mean started singing along to a Britney Spears song. By “it” I mean cut my own hair.
I. Will. NEVER. Learn.
It was *almost* okay this time. A snip & a chop & the split-ends were gone, hair was lighter, all was well with the world.
But I couldn’t leave well enough alone. Snip, snip, chop, chop, HACK, HACK.
I officially can’t stop cutting my own hair until it’s too late. Until I look in the mirror & swear. My heart beats faster I start to sweat. THAT’S when I put the frikking scissors down.