Last week I chopped off all my hair. I have a faux hawk according to the hairstylist. I’m doing an art piece using my hair and I had grown it almost to my waist. I like having long hair and I think it flatters my face, but at work I wear a hat all day. While I run I wear a hat too and my hair gets into giant knots if I run more than a couple hours.  It was the right time to do it.

Yesterday on the plane to Denver I heard, “What would you like to drink, sir?” I look up and the stewardess was talking to me! I’ve never been mistaken for the opposite sex before. Eek.