Susan, my stylist, is A.W.E.S.O.M.E.
"Okay, Miss Megan, what are we doin' today?" [She always calls me Miss Megan ... it's like I live in the south or something ...]
"I'm lookin' bushy, Susan, and I don't like bushy. I want fun and funky."
So, away she went with the scissors to the back of my head. The whole time, the guy across the hall kept saying, "I just love her hair. I just love her hair."
Seriously! How sweet was he?
Meanwhile, Susan was all, "OH Megan! This is soooooooooo cute! Oh I love it."
A handful of goop and a blow-dryer job later, and, well, you be the judge.
Seems like such a waste for just the cat to enjoy cuz, really, she could care less if I were bald. Long as I come carrying kitty kibble ...