The other day I decided I wanted to get a haircut for the summer. So I set up an appointment at JCPenney and said I wanted my hair to about my shoulders. But then the hair dresser and I decided to see if my hair was long enough to donate.
And the answer was YES! I have NEVER donated my hair before. I knew my sister-in-law Martha had (I think she's done it a couple times) but I have always been too chicken to cut it that short. I officially donated it to Locks of Love. And I feel really good about it. Good-bye 10 inches of hair.
Before (I was looking a little like a Mexican version of the girl on Tangled):
SHORT, huh? And it'll go perfect with my new calling: 2nd counselor in the Primary presidency. This way the kids can't pull my hair. I obviously have no idea what goes on in Primary, but I'm gonna find out! And soon. Drew doesn't have a calling yet but he's pulling for ward greeter. The thing is, in our ward the greeters are about 90 years old. No joke. Maybe they'll bend the rules for him :)