I have a hard time making decisions about the little things in life.
So, it's very tempting for me to use this blog as a way of letting other people make decisions for me.
I've wanted to do it so many times, but, I realise it's a childish thing to do.
But trust me, I've been tempted.
"What kind of sandwich should I have for lunch today, oh Internet? Turkey or grilled cheese?"
That way, if I went with the grilled cheese instead of the turkey, I could blame the World Wide Web if I hated it.
"I KNEW I should have had the turkey! The damn internets!" See? it would be all YOUR fault if it was the wrong decision.
But today? Today I am going to ask for your help in a very important decision. One that I am having a hard time with.
Normally, cutting my hair isn't a big deal. I've had short hair for a very long time. I used to have very LONG hair. But, once I cut it short, I went KA-RAAAAZY and couldn't stop cutting it. It got so short at one point, I had to shave the back of my neck.
For some reason, I stopped cutting my hair when I was pregnant with Gabby. (Oh! I remember! We were broke! As in, we had absolutely NO MONEY!) Well, I didn't realise how freaking long it's grown until I saw some pictures from this weekend.
I was going to cut it really short with my next hair appointment, but now that I realise just how long it is, I don't know if I can chop it off. Which is weird because I know it's just hair and it will grow back!
I hate it when I act like a girl.
I've uploaded two sets of pics to flickr. I'm asking you to go look and come back and tell me. Long or short?







long. no debate.
Then again I wont let my wife cut hers either...