15/365: Look, 'Ma, Really Short Hair!

Some maggoty bit of dissatisfaction and restlessness got me diving under the shower right after breakfast. It was so uncharacteristic of me (I usually shower late in the evening) that my hubby, who was on sick leave for the flu, was taken aback.

After the refreshing body wash, hubby said my hair was growing bushy again. So I decided to snip off an inch of overgrown tail. One thing led to another and my shoulder length hair was shorn off some substantial inches and now, I'm sporting a short 'do. With my riot of curly hair, you'd never know there were layers to it, heh.

By the by, I've never had a chance to grow my hair long since 2002, when I discovered that extended locks = migraine.

Of course, maybe because Manila was so hoooooot! Or, Spymeister just loved running us, his minions, rugged when he wanted things done that the tension headaches have become part and parcel of working with him.

Whatever it was, 'til this day, short hair = freedom from Tylenol...and ease of movement.