Phobia #3 09/03/2009
 
Other than the dark, and dirt on the hands I pretty much only have one other phobia. Its scissor happy hairdressers. Why, WHY!, for the love of pete do they chop 6 inches off when you CLEARLY indicate around 2 inches, and even say "at most" Do they think you aren't going to notice? Do they not feel stupid when they show you the back of your head with that little mirror, and your jaw hits the floor? My husband has this thing with long blond hair, something in 6 year I never managed to accomplish because every time I go in for a trim, they scalp me. I grow it out it gets to the middle of my back, I dread going to the hairdresser and put it off for a year atleast because i know what they are going to do to me. I finally get the nerve to go, stress the importance of maintaining the long hair, and come out with it almost up to my ears, with all  sorts of weird layers and ridiculously short bangs. I look like I should be going to grade 5 along with my daughter in a few days. So, I'd just like to thank the nice lady the hacked my hair with what must have been a hatchet or a dull hunting knife, (that's why she made me take my glasses off while she cut it.) Next time I'll just stick my head in the weed whacker and save myself thirty bucks. I may be able to post a picture after the pshyciatric councilling is over with.
 


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