Pasty Man Thighs

....I saw way too many of these this weekend. Pasty, hairy man thighs.

Why, you ask?

Well, I did the Bergkonig Mountain King run with Katie on Saturday, and then today I did my first Pilates class. And apparently men across all athletic fields find it ok to wear short shorts on the reg- and in late fall in Wisconsin, no less.

Men of the world- please, I beg of you, keep your thighs to yourselves.

I get that wearing short shorts makes it easier to move your legs to and fro. But if we were all trying to move as easy as possible all the time I'd be zippin' around on a motor scooter. And you don't see me doing that, do you? Plus man thighs are white. And hairy. Most people don't like white, hairy things. Unless you're talking about polar bears.

Wow! What if I could look like this all the time? 

Anywho, speaking of hair, I cut mine off!

I've been thinking about doing this for a long time. But what finally sealed the deal was a long week of wearing a nurse bonnet and some bad hotel shampoo that smelled like men's cologne. The best way to describe my hair after this week was "bird's nest."

Bom chicka wow wowww yes I pick up many hot doctors on the job. 

I decided to donate to Pantene Beautiful Lengths- their donation requirement is only 8 inches, as opposed to Locks of Love's ten. If I cut ten off I'd be lookin' like Hillary Clinton right about now.

I was a little nervous but the whole thing went really fast and I was very happy with the result.

Ok I'll admit it...Katie came in to take my picture. And then consulted with my stylist. No...we aren't codependent, thank you. 

And now I look like this!

For some reason I just felt like this needed to be a "selfie." Sorry Lee.  I know we aren't supposed to do those anymore but Mac Photo Booth is really fun to play with when you have a new haircut.  

It's quite freeing...showering, for one thing, was a whole new experience. And blow drying! And straightening! And sleeping! Plus I don't zip my hair into things anymore. That's a plus.

Now all I have to do is mail this creepy bag of hair to Pantene.

Wowee...that looks kinda...weird.

Oh, and Matt Thau, don't worry...this won't stop me from singing this song to you next time you visit.