Well, I chose pretty hair, because I can ride the bus but I don't want to look a hot mess while doing so. I asked for my layers to be trimmed up and for the shortest layer to be kind of like bangs but longer--you know, the sweepy bangs but shorter than they were before. The gal who cut my hair had the exact style I was looking for so I felt fairly secure that she knew what I was saying. Perhaps not.The next layer starts at my cheek. These were meant to start about the middle of my eyes. Oh well. My hair grows pretty fast.
I also, in a compromise of sorts, stopped at Pep Boys to get Jamie a long overdue headlight replacement. How many mechanics does it take to change a light bulb? Three. Four if you count the brainiac who sold me the wrong bulb to begin with. Good ol' Volkswagen--they had to practically remove the battery to get to the bulb. One of the guys told me it would cost an extra $10 for labor (they usually just change the bulb for free if you buy it there). In the end, an Andre the Giant look-a-like told me I didn't have to pay, so I hightailed it out of there before they changed their mind. Woo Hoo!
After that, I stopped for ice cream. I need it to make up for the disappointing haircut. And avocados. I needed those, too. mmm, guacamole.