I've been letting my hair grow. Grow and grow until the cows come home. Or until, the ends breaks off and turn to dreads which happened last week.

So Danny – colorist Guru is putting it lightly – told me I had to get a trim (darn!!) and that I had to try Tomas, the straight hunky, sexy Polish guy who kinda dresses like a straight hunky, sexy, Polish guy at Byron (Now Byron and Kelly). 

I warned him, with threats of physical injury or least, just having to listen to me blab about myself for and hour, "Just SHAPE it, ok?? Or I won't shut up. Seriously, this will not be fun for anyone."

And that is what he did. And what he THEN did with that round brush and a blow dryer was like David Blaine with a Cosmetology degree. He might as well have been in a hair show. Curling that hair this way and that around that big fat barrel and making into major SEXY like, Victoria Secret Photo-shoot hair. He said  "I hope you go someplace good tonight!" The winks were less than subtle.  I said I'll be picking up my two year old and getting into bed with her when it gets cold later. He was disappointed to say the least.