I got my hair cut. It looks quite nice. Church people have mostly seen (or at least had the opportunity to see it) and school friends will have the chance tomorrow.
It was really funny, because Joab saw me, and asked if something traumatic happened.
"Apparently when girls make big changes in their hair when something traumatic happens."
"Nothing traumatic happened, it was just an annoying length."
Two minutes later, a bolt of blue came streaming towards me. "Your HAIR!" the bolt said in a distraught voice.
"I cut it," I told Shaun.
"I like LONG hair. Why did you do this to me? Why? Why?" And he collapsed on the ground, ala Charlton Heston in Planet of the Apes.
I guess there was trauma involved for someone.