Okay, so I was getting ready today. Annabelle was walking around getting into everything, including the space heater in the bathroom (ask my husband, I don't know). I was drying my hair and brushed it out and thought, "Abbey, you have boring hair, you should have bangs."
What was I thinking, I have not had bangs since 3rd grade... and I always had bed head bangs at that. Bad. Really bad.
So with AB playing under my feet, I got her giraffe comb, brushed my bangs forward and put the rest in a pony tail. I used my sewing scissors and pulled down and cut... when I surveyed the situation, panic happened. Sheer panic.
I frantically had two friends to call. One just gave birth yesterday (insert curse), so I called the other. Couldn't get through (curse again), start frantically text her hubby. She texts me and I tell her what happened and beg her to fix it, I send her the above picture. She said she couldn't do it but to drop off Annabelle and go and get it fix.
I throw clothes on the kids (curse myself for not dressing them earlier) and called the salon across the street from said friend.
While I was calling them I was driving like a mad women, I was rehearsing what I would say to a cop if he pulled me over. What if it was a woman that pulled me over, even better... surely she would understand the crisis at hand.
In the mean time, I texted the said picture to my hubby (who hates short hair and change). He calls me and is laughing like a darn hyena and threatened to come to the salon to just laugh at me.
I sat down and the stylist just covers her mouth in disbelief.
She fixes the situation on my head. And she doesn't charge me... I think it was Emma.
Go to church and get compliments!
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