Diaries Of A Trophy Wife

So I did it...

I got my hair cut off.

This is the hairstyle that I picked.

This is how it turned out...

Besides the fact that it looks nothing like the picture or how I wanted it, I'm ok with it. It's not really a bad haircut, to me anyway, but I'm not so happy that the hairstylist gave me the cut she wanted me to have and not what I asked for. Everyone and their sister has this haircut. I showed her the picture of what I wanted when I first sat down, she glanced at it and says, "ok." As she was cutting my hair she is talking to anyone that'll listen, then she starts telling me about picking up losers in a local bar. I could really care less and didn't feel the need to listen to such garbage either. It just made me even more glad that I am married and to a wonderful man at that.

Are all my posts lately nothing but complaining? Sorry, I really don't mean to complain constantly. Things really aren't so bad, I guess I just tend to think about the worst of everything when I'm blogging...afternoon's aren't my best time of the day. :-) Have a great Thursday despite my Debbie Downer blog.