I woke up Tuesday morning, thinking my head feels like hell! I asked, "Does anyone know how to cut hair?" I had several volunteers! What does that mean?
My mom told me before I left, "If you decide to cut your dreads please save me one." So I saved her several!
Oh no! What have I done? Notice the pile of dreads on the left... Bret called my mom and dad to tell them about this "momentous occasion", (his words not mine) I did get a chance to talk to my mom and dad.
It looks like I'm heading back to BYU! Not my first choice in hairdo's but it sure feels sweet!
Looking good! I'm sure it really is more comfortable. The thought of bugs in my hair wigs me out beyond words!
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