Reasons I chopped my hair this week.
#1. There is only so long you can look like Pocahontas, before you feel like you really do belong in Montana.
#2. Someone here told me my hair has a "barbie complex." I am not sure what this means but I think it is bad.
#3. Since there are many days during my week I truly don't expect to see anyone besides Sarah, I have gotten into the habit of braiding my hair down both sides. This makes me look like a Polygamist from Eldorado. (I must clarify Eldorado because I know many of the Polygamists here, and they are way cool and have better fashion sense than I do.)
Reasons I am not posting a picture of the new doo.
#1. Truthfully I fear ridicule, I know what you are thinking.
"Jill, we would never make fun of you for your hair. We reserve that for still not understanding how the pump house and irrigation from the ditch in your yard works after living there a year."
The real reason is that when I was young, I did have a hair cut that made me look like a large mushroom. In fact, my older brothers and I believe that some of you Phillips used to call me Fungi. Hence, now you will all just have to be curious on what my new look is. Although I thought you would all enjoy a glimpse of the Fungus look.