I had a mixed emotions weekend. I won't go into great detail because I am trying not to dwell on the negative stuff, but my Friday involved a flat tire in NC, a massive traffic jam on 95N, and a burglar in our neighborhood (don't worry he didn't get us, but still very unsettling). Needless to say, Friday sucked! I was worried that I would be grump city for the rest of the weekend, but thank goodness I was not. The weather, in combination with a visit from a grad school friend and her fiance, a visit to the dog park, and some QT with my husband, made for fun times on Saturday and Sunday! Shortest weekend recap to date.
This afternoon I ventured downtown for haircut. My hair was getting pretty gross on the ends (I straighten it almost every day), so I figured I should get a nice cut before an interview I have this coming Friday. I just asked for a trim, so it isn't drastically different, but it's still a change.
When I came home I asked Alson what he thought and he replied "I like it, it's an adult haircut." As soon as he saw the look on my face he knew I didn't like that response, so since then he has been buttering me up.
But of course, the original comment is the only one I remember. An adult haircut? What exactly does that mean?
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