Never eavesdrop on other people's conversations. Here's why:
I went to get my hair cut yesterday. This is always a big deal, since it's hard for me to get out of the house on my own. I always go to the same place, but I'm usually just a walk-in, so I take whichever stylist I can get. I ended up with a guy I've never had before. As I sat there getting trimmed, I overheard a high school girl in the next chair over talking to her stylist: "Oh, I hate my school. The principal is a Nazi who sticks his nose in where it doesn't belong. I mean, OK, yeah, I did pose for those photos on that web site, but ..."
Right then my guy said something like, "Do you want me to blah blah blah, technical hairstyle term?"
"Yeah, sure," I said, trying to focus on the story of the illicit web site.
I never did get to hear the end of the story, and apparently "blah blah blah, technical hairstyle term" was "cut your hair like Florence Henderson".
All right, all right. It's honestly not that bad. This morning my friend Brooke said it didn't look any different from my old hair, but I think she was just being nice, because I told her first that her hair didn't look like Diana Ross' in the humidity (It really didn't, though). There is a really short layer on the top, so whenever I look down -- and remember that I'm the mother of a toddler, so I look down about 5,439 times per day -- it all falls in my eyes. Clearly, this is why Carol Brady needed a housekeeper to assist her with her daily life.