Don't try this at home

I shouldn't have.

But I did.
As I was rushing out the door a couple of weeks ago to take Haley to the vet (nerves on high), I trimmed my own bangs. Have you noticed that there aren't many pictures of me online lately? My bangs are crooked. And oddly shaped. I'm trying to let them grow. But every time I see a hair out of place, out come the scissors.

I saw an extra long piece yesterday, which I proceeded to snip off. They still don't look right. I looked in the mirror and I knew that I had to devise a way to stop myself from touching them.




Jay came home last night and said "What did you do?" when he saw the barrette. "You need to stop cutting them."

Easier said than done.