Haircut

The blog title speaks for itself.  I did it again...yep, I had my hair cut, and this time a bit shorter than I think I wanted it to be, but you know what they say: it always grows back.  My students were pretty funny today, as I expected they would be.  The comments ranged from, "Did you get your hair cut?" to ""Did you cut your hair?"  That one I especially like, since I don't do hair, and I always answer with, "No."  That usually makes them think and stare for a while.  I usually let them off the hook by saying something like, "No, my hair stylist cut it."  Then they all groan, and say, "Mrs. Endsley." 
I'm not sure how I wanted my hair when I went to Tawnie yesterday.  It took us half and hour to just come to some understanding.  You really want the person responsible for cutting your hair (and anything else related to making major changes to your looks) to understand what you want.  Poor Tawnie, she's so patient with me, since I didn't really know what I wanted.  Oh well.  It (my haircut) reminds me of the way I used to cut Erin's hair when she was too young to fight back.  Ben would call her the little Dutchgirl, and that really ticked her off.
I'll try to get a picture of my haircut in case anyone wants to find me.