Yesterday I got my hair cut . . . and it's short! Still 'long' by some standards, it hits just below my shoulder, but it's the shortest mine's been since I was three. I like it though, I wasn't sad. I figure hair grows, so who cares how long it is. I think the hairdresser was pretty much shocked and appalled when I announced to him that I do not own a blow dryer or one of those straighterner things . . . and that I only brush every so often and never 'do' my hair. I told him I want my hair like a pony and I think he wanted to die! But he did a fantastic job despite my unruliness, so my hats off!