I'd do nothing but reading if I could (ok, maybe eat some great food, buy some fancy shoes between two books...oh, and spend some quality time with the gorgeous guy I married while I am on reading-break anyway...)
cue ominous music...
Normally I always feel great after a visit at the salon - pretty and neat and all this. Bet you know that feeling.
I have a lot of hair, it's a bit wavy and I didn't have it cut for some time, but I kind of liked the look and wanted to keep it.
So I went into my usual salon, asked for a trim...
Can you guess?
Yepp. She did it. She not only cut about 15 cm off the length (around 7 inches), she also cut some holes in there, so that I had to change the way I wear my hair to hide it.
I went home and NEVER in my whole life was I so close to crying because of something minor like a haircut.
THEN: Two days later I notice that the salon has withdrawn doubly from my account.
I am also now hunting the boss of the girl who killed my haircut to get my money back.
My conclusion: This is simply not my week. Nor my month. Forget the whole f*cking year. Wake me when it's over.