En otra vida cuando somos gatos
On Thursday, I decided to take matters into my own hands. So I poured myself a huge glass of wine and stripped naked. I got the sharpest scissors I could find and headed to the bathroom. I cut a good 6 inches off my hair without getting any in my wine. Now it’s Sunday and TBU has yet to notice. Soon, there will be nothing left to notice because it will have grown out. Any bets?
I think men just don’t care about our hair as much as we do.