At first she thought maybe she could just get away with a boy cut.
After concluding that she will look hotter than Jamie Lee Curtis, she decided she wanted it all gone. It was still coming out pretty badly. So I asked them if we could do mohawks first. Just so I could say I gave my parents mohawks. They said yes, indeed and my dad made us margaritas while I did this:
My dad wanted his hair gone if mom's was going, so I got to realize a lifelong dream of seeing my dad with short hair. (and, yknow, none)
My grandma says my dad hasn't had short hair since he was old enough to say 'DON'T CUT IT'.
They giggled so hard at this:
and all together!
and then there was none...
(I told my mom she looked like an Herbal Essences commercial in that one...yknow. without the hair. )
They are awesome sports and we managed to make it fun, but I seem to be going through this cycle of accepting things and then falling apart and I'm always surprised when I do. In some ways, it's easier than I thought it would be, because we all have great senses of humor and we have fun and everything, but in other ways, it's even harder because you just don't realize things are going to hit you so hard when you're in the 'everything is fun' mode.
But at least we all look badass.
I LOVE YOU MOM AND POP. THANKS FOR BEING HARDCORE!
