To those that know me, I’m not a big fan of spending money.  It downright makes me sick sometimes.  While there are gadgets and things that I want, it usually takes me a long time to actually convince myself to buy anything.  When I do buy something, it makes me sick to my stomach.

I own an iPhone and feel guilty about it constantly.  That $30 a month data fee gives me heartburn.  What else gives me heartburn?  Paying for haircuts.  My hair is fairly simple… so it pains me to plop down $15 to $20 for something I think I might be able to do myself. 

Now this wasn’t the case when I lived in Omaha.  When I lived in Omaha, my barber was also the mayor of the suburb I lived in, which is pretty awesome anyway you cut it.  (cut it… get it??)  When I moved to San Antonio, I tried Sports Clips and another wait in line, no reservation hair place.  I felt they were all too expensive and most of the women had man hands… of which I’m not a fan.

Stunning told me I couldn’t cut my own hair.  She said she wouldn’t do it either.  Therefore, I enlisted my sister-in-law.  As I sat on a chair, she went crazy.

A few things…

1. Yes… I am wearing sleepwear that says “Local Celebrity”.  Since I’m wearing them, you could say they’re vintage.
2. Yes… I am eating a Snickers while my hair is getting cut.  It’s another advantage to not going somewhere.
3. No… I had absolutely no idea what was going on behind my head.  I really thought she was just cutting my hair during these pictures.  If I had seen this pictures, I might have asked her to stop cutting my hair.
4. No hair fell onto my Snickers… that I knew about anyway.
5. The haircut turned out very nice.