"You cut your hair!"

Well, on Sunday, September 11, 2005 I got a "real haircut". After 10 days of camping out at the local State Park (explains my lack of blogging) and not having to mess with my hair (nobody out there cares) I decided it was time. The electrical issues we ran into with the motor home probably had something to do with it, too. Anyway, the camper is “safe” at home and the pony tail was donated to Locks of Love.

Now I’ve had 2 full days of work to consider the best, or sometimes the fastest, response to the comment “You cut your hair!”

With apologies to David Letterman – here are my “Top Ten” responses:

10. “No, I didn’t cut my hair. Somebody else cut it.”

9. “Brenda got mad and cut it off last night!”

8. “What?” (Hands go to head) “Oh my God!”

7. “I lost a bet!”

6. “So What?”

5. “I wanted to tan my neck”.

4. “I needed to lose about 4 pounds real quick”.

3. (Silence – just ignore them)

2. “I donated it to Locks of Love, if you see any kids running around with gray hair let me know!”

1. “Brenda sent me to get the dogs groomed and there was a very big misunderstanding at the dog grooming place”.

I’ll still meet my Presidents Challenge Gold Medal. Heck, I’ll probably meet my goal faster now.

GGN – Must find a tiny brush to comb my hair!