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In answer to your questions:

Yes, I love my haircut. It feels awesome. I have had really long hair chopped off three times now (look at my overachieving hair growth! fancy!) and every time I have kicked myself for not doing it sooner. Also, my husband said I look hot. Also, I am no longer getting tangled up in seatbelts (this is more painful than you would expect), shutting my hair in cardoors (this is not so much because of the length, but because I am an idiot), and getting it snagged in purse straps.

A month ago, I was detangling my hair with a heavy duty wide toothed comb after using massive amounts of conditioner. And the comb snapped in half.

That is how annoying my hair was.

I just barely chopped off ten inches, which is the requirement for Locks of Love. However, because of the gray streaks, I don't know if they'll use it. I'm sending in it, though, because even if you have gray/less than ten inches, they will sell your hair to other places to offset manufacturing costs.

Who gets the job of opening envelopes of hair? Because that job sounds scary.

My weekend was full, and very nice, and very relaxing. The dogs were bad, as usual, it snowed a ton, as usual. Also, some ice, as usual. I fell asleep before the Super Bowl was over, and had a nice two-hour-pre-bedtime nap. And, of course, I watched Puppy Bowl, with the glorious Kitten Half Time Show, AND before that watched a dog show.

Best television programming, ever.

So, back to work, and I need to go clear the car of ice. My husband is asleep, because his school is having a two hour late start, the dogs are asleep, the cats are asleep.

I, however, have some Mt. Dew Code Red.

Saturday Night Dog Dance Party 2008:




















(Oh, Monk. Your belly is so bald. And...weird. Please note I lifted Cab last week to weigh him, and he is a whopping 81 pounds and growing. I lifted with my legs. I swear.)


































































































Love,
black sheeped

P.S. Swistle wins for having the strangest, yet most efficient, leg shaving method.

P.S. Two. Sometimes, when I write posts about my mental crazies, I am wishy-washy about hitting publish. And then I get an email or several from readers saying nice things, or saying, hey, I feel that too, what do you think of such and such? And that makes posting about uncomfortable things very, very okay.

P.S. Three. Blogger, what is GOING ON with the spell check? I can't be bothered to go back and check myself! I don't even know where my shoes are, and I have to scrape the car! GEEZ.