The last time I got my hair cut was almost a year ago. I had shoulder-length hair and got it hacked off to chin length, but then she got after it with thinning shears . . . Never again.
I looked like a boy. I went to work and proclaimed that I was never getting a hair cut again. My boss looked at me the other day and just out of the blue said "so, you were serious, huh . . . " I was baffled for a minute and then he reminded me about my proclamation. 
Now my hair is down to the middle of my back and the only thing that gets cut is my bangs, and that is by me in the bathroom.
The part that really kills me is I now have fabulous, gloriously thick, dark hair. If only it was on the head of someone that knew how to fix it up nice.
A computer once beat me at chess, but it was no match for me at kick boxing.
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Time is God's way of keeping everything from happening at once.
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