On the light side

So today i was sharing some words with my coach and he said that my blogs were "too deep" for him. My appologies. So here's something a little lighter. You may laugh, shake your head, even have the urge to thwap me on the forehead, please do "gently" :)

As a child do you recall hiding from the world under the kitchen table with scissors in hand about to face the doom of being bald as a reprecussion from cutting a large sum of hair from your head? Ah, yes we all do, don't be embarressed. Well I was that child, who was scared to face her parents with an uneven hair do, thus i chopped holes in my socks. That however still resulted in a spanking and groundation. :(

Today tho, I reentered that time. Yes, I succombed to that 6 year old self. Sadly I could not obtain the traditions for squatting under the kitchen tabel - simply because my stature would have made this task rediculously unattainable.

So there I stood infront of the mirror, scissors in hand, contemplating the hack job that I was about to step into. Now it was only my bangs, and just a trim but boy oh boy there is a reason that I pay someone the big bucks to do this for me :)

Currently I am speculating the many reasons/excuses to tell my parents.
1. I find it rediculous to pay any amount of money for a simple bang trim
2. It's just hair, it will grow back
3. (specifically for my dad) Just tryin to get rid of some of the black
4. This is why God invented bobby-pins and Hats
5. At lease it's not my whole head
....that's all i got

help a sista out?