Hair, day who the hell knows

Some of you have been asking what’s going on with the hair situation, and I am right at that stage where I feel like shaving it all off. It’s not long enough, not short enough. Like Goldilocks is wrestling around up there looking for the right length and, oops! Sorry! The three bears don’t live there. Although you would think otherwise if you saw my hair first thing in the morning. You do not want to mess with my hair’s cubs because it will chase you down and tear your face off.

Onward (and walking away from the scissors).