I Got Hacked

Well, my hair did. For the fist time in a long time, I authorized the stylist to chop it all off. It wasn't exactly an Extreme Makeover moment, but let's just say there was a lot in the dust pan after I climbed out of the chair. Now I have a little puff of a ponytail and a lock that refuses to stay tucked behind my right ear. I feel like a whole new woman.