So, I had my “Britney moment”.
Not really. The hair was just annoying me. So I cut it off.
From the comments I’ve already received from the Husbear and then others on flickr, my peeps apparently like me with hair. Which is really odd. Because up until a few months ago, for the last 8 years or so I always kept it cut close or shaved.
I’ll grow it back.
But the Husbear has to put the product in it for me.
Until next time...