why do you always do that?

[catastrophy]

Got my hair trimmed today, and Josh, the stylist, straightened it (and put like 5 different smelly gels in it).

Beautiful hair... and no place to go.
Compliments from my brother-in-law and nephew. (Kristen was surprised, but then, so is everyone when they see me in straight hair.)

I suppose the best I can do is take a picture, and hope that the laptop appreciates the scenery.