Haircuts.

Today I woke up, looked in the mirror, and thought, “I look like a slob.” Yep, one word pretty much sums it up. Slob. Now, I’m not bagging on myself because I realize that I haven’t had much time to worry about myself lately. But it’s that time of year and I’m itching for a haircut.

Jeff got a haircut this morning. I decided to cut Dallin’s hair (so he wouldn’t look like a slob) thinking that would somehow make me feel better about my slobbiness. Nope, didn’t work.

Sadly enough, since we’ve moved here I average about two haircuts a year. Once in the summer, usually when we’re in Arizona and then again in Utah for Christmas. How pathetic is that? 🙂 I really, really need to find someone here to cut it without asking for my firstborn child as payment.

I could write a whole paper about the psychological effects of a haircut. It is envigorating. Puts a little spring back in my step. Makes me feel like I am not destined to look like a slob forever. So maybe, just maybe I’ll break that two-haircut-a-year rule and get me a                                                                      haircut!