I have a bad habit of not getting my haircut. It is a lot like mowing the lawn to me. As soon as you get it cut it just starts growing back again. Also, I don't like spending the money. The solution around our house is for Jill to cut my hair. This would be great except that Jill takes about seven times as long as a professional barber. Because of the time commitment involved, she doesn't really like to do it that often, and I do not like to sit still through the process. This week, though, the time had come. (I can tell because when I would put on my hat, my hair would curl halfway up the sides.) And this time, we decided to do something different.
For the last 18 years or so, I have had the same haircut. This time she cut it shorter and and it has no part. I call it the Peyton Manning. I like the haircut and I think Jill did a great job. However, it has not received a lot of critical acclaim. Several people at work have said something along the lines of "Looks like you got a haircut." and nothing else. I don't understand this. Do they just want me to know they noticed. It's as though, they didn't understand, "If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all." Instead, it's "If you can't say anything nice, say something non-commital." It really makes me want to go "Looks like you decided to wear the navy blue dress today."
In Other News
We went in for the ultrasound, Tuesday. The baby is very healthy and everything seems to be in the right place. Although, whenever she would say something like here are the kidneys, I would freak out in my mind. "Oh no, the baby's kidneys are outside her body." But the tone of the technician told me they were actually where they were supposed to be. This little wonder appears to be a girl. If that information is correct, we are going to name her Meadow. The people I have told this to have responded about the same as they do when faced with my haircut. "Oh, Meadow, Ok." Remember if you can't say anything nice...
Note to self: Don't expect any comments this week.