in regard to your comments...

I cut my hair, it's true. The day after camp ended actually. I just felt the need for liberation from the straw on my head I was trying to pass for hair. And I have been thinking about a short cut for quite some time now. It has been my plan all along, ever since I dyed my hair black almost a year and a half ago. You've heard the story. So I found a great salon and cut off all the hair that was once black, turned golden (via stripping it), then dyed brown, then turned reddish by the sun... I basically had three tiers of color from root to tip. Now, I am pretty much back to a complete head of hair a' la Tara- the stuff God gave me- just a little bit shorter. Hooray!

  

And completely unrelated: I drank coffee at 10:00pm which caused me to do this while trying to snap a photo of my new 'do. So I thought, why not share the ridiculousness with you...