Today's the big day!

I've been super excited about this since I scheduled my appointment. Today, I'm going to get the Best Haircut in the History of the World.

My problem with expensive haircuts is that whether you pay $25 or $65 for the service, you still leave with the same hair. I learned that there's quite a difference in my satisfaction level with a $25 haircut and, say, a $45 haircut, but I could never justify spending more than that. Today, I'll triple that by the time I add the tip, but I'm OK with that price since I actually do not expect to leave with the same hair.

It's occurred to me that I might be expecting too much out of this visit. I don't want to set myself up for disappointment. But then I think of the before & after pictures on the website and decide my expectations are just fine. I'd love to leave with curls like Melina Kanakaredes. I think my hair is capable of that.

With all this excitement about a change for my hair, I remembered that I once wrote a song about my frustrations with it. It goes to the tune of Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" (love that song!). I can't remember all the words off the top of my head. I have it all written down somewhere at home, but for now, here's what I can remember:

I hate my hair today

It's too big for me, I know, but it won't change

I tried to tell you, but you look at me like maybe

there is something underneath ...

Hiding underneath*

Yesterday I tried

50 kinds of gel but I'm not satisfied

No matter what I do it sticks out everywhere

I don't even care

Today might be the day I just decide to shave it off!

'Cause I'm Fluff,** I've got big hair

It's a pain, makes people stare,

Make rude comments, wanna touch it^†

I wish that I could brush it ...

I'll post pictures tomorrow!

*Yes, people have asked me if I hide things under my hair before. It used to be ridiculously thick when I was in junior high & high school.

**I got teased relentlessly about my hair in the 8th grade. A group of boys started calling me Fluff, among other really mean things. It got so bad the principal had to get involved and threaten to suspend them.

^†I've been asked a few times by total strangers if they can touch my hair. Weirdos.