Gaaaaahhh!!!

Awesome.  Just.... AWESOME.

The weekend we fly a photographer up to Little Rock to do our family pictures is the week I decide to try to trim my hair.  I don't care that I've been giving men hair cuts for fifteen years.  That doesn't mean I know how to do side bangs.  There are some things that a woman who lives with 5 men shouldn't do.  My whole life I've never had to trim my own hair, nor have I had to shop for my own clothes, nor have I had to decorate my own house.  Why not?  Because I have 5 super talented sisters and an awesome mom.  That's why. 

And now, here I am, ignorant in many of the skills most women consider basic.  I know what I need to know.  I know how to cook meat and how to wash poop out of things.  I know how to take off training wheels and bait a hook. 

I don't do girl hair.  Next time I'll go to a salon, sit down in the chair and pay $25 for 12 seconds worth of work.

...then we'll book Hannah another flight.

On the bright side, maybe she'll have time to do more decorating for me.