Oh, hey blog! How are ya? Yes, it’s been a while.

Me? Oh fine, thanks. Been doing the usual — warding off evil storms, waiting on the new ones to roll in, surviving home improvement and car wrecks. But things are just fine!

But I am avoiding the truth. I carry a deep guilt inside that I must confess.

I had an affair behind my hairdresser’s back. I strayed. I didn’t want to, but I had no choice. It just happened. Let me explain.

Saturday I called and they were closing early. I called Monday, (Yes Labor Day — beauty knows no holidays) and of course my stylist was .. um.. not available.

See?? I tried to call her, I tried to not stray. She should have called me back! She should have not enjoyed the holiday dedicated to NOT working and worked. Yes, maybe I could have planned this better — my haircut — but I wasn’t sure I needed one, I just thought my hair was dry. Yes, its a lame excuse but it’s the best I got.

So, I called a local chain salon and it were so open to me and my needs. Really open. Like on Labor Day open.

I got there and the stylist greeted me with a smile. It was the thrill of a new chair, new products, and he was so chatty. He demanded I cut off more than I wanted to get to healthy hair. I listened. I watched as he whipped out his scissors making sure he cut the way Tabitha would approve.

He showed me products to try but didn’t force anything on me. Then sent me away looking pretty damn happy.

While I was getting the cut, as I could hear the snipper snip snip, the cell rang. It was my hairdresser calling me back. I couldn’t take back my haircut — the deed was done.

Now, I sit here, typing, looking really good but feeling oh so bad. And not in the good way bad.

How do I tell her this happened? She can see it all over my face.. er hair.

Sigh.