I'm not talking Christmas, people.
It's time for my semi-annual haircut...and I ain't talking kitchen cut here.
At a silent auction at Saturday Writers mini-conference, I bid $30 on $100 worth of hairstyling excellence (I hope).
Wish me luck.
I have said prayers that I recognize myself when I'm done. Please pray that I don't look like the feminine incarnation of Frankenstein - it's happened before.
I am sore afraid.
I sure hope that this trendy salon that donated this gift is able to handle this old lady's head of hair.
Why am I afraid? I know I shouldn't judge an establishment by it's name, but...
Destination: Kink Salon.