Mr. Mngddss loooooves short hair cuts. I, however, do not so much. I decided today that I was going to go out and find a haircut that I liked that was also very short. Something cute, fun and most importantly that I could recreate at home.
My hair has gotten quite long. Here's some picture evidence of how long my hair had gotten.
So I call Philip Pelusi, a very expensive chain salon in the Pittsburgh area that I frequent for my haircuts, and make an appointment. I arrive a half hour early to scour the books for the perfect haircut. And *tada* I find it!! Woo!
This is a picture of the haircut I wanted from their sample book.
Unfortunately, the lady who cut my hair was a FUCKING MORON and this is the haircut I ended up with.
After she styled it once. I told her it was wrong. She hadn't even given me bangs. (Which, in hindsight was probably a good thing) She tried again to fix it. At this point, I just smiled said thanks, paid my bill and left to get her to stop touching my hair.
I sat in my car and cried for 10 minutes. (Hey, what do you want. I'm pregnant and hormonal)
Then I went to the car wash and called my best friend to bitch to her about my experience. She convinced me to go back to the salon and complain. Which I did (without crying!) and I have an appointment tomorrow to get it fixed by the salon manager.
I hope tomorrow is a better day. I don't think these bangs can get much worse. 
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pregnant or not!
hows things goin?