Me: Grabbing my keys and going for the door.
Lucy: "Where are you going?"
Me: "To get a hair cut!"
Lucy: Thrilled, "Are you gonna get a blond one?!"
No, a short one. Don't get used to it, though...next month I'm going even shorter. I barely spit out the words Katie Holmes Bob and Ray, who grew up on a military base on North Carolina's coast, was floored I had four children and had amassed more locks on the floor than were left on my head. Apparently "Ray" had the envy of the other stylists in the salon tonight. It gets them all giddy snipping off such lengths.
For my next cut I think I'll use these words: Michelle Williams Vogue.