So, Eve talked me out of chopping my hair. Then Clint came home and talked me back into it. Then I went to the stylist, who talked me out of it again. And, since I think the next time I cut it shorter, I'll never grow it out again, I'm kind of happy to wait.
Thursday, March 26, 2009
k, fine.
Posted by alison at 10:06 AM
Labels: decisions decisions
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4 comments:
Hot dang.
I love it.
Cute cute! It's about time to chop mine as well. I just need to get the guts up to do it!
I love it! You look super cute!
um, hello hottie!
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