-on Saturday, I chopped my hair off. I was tired of it. Tired of the length, tired of how long it took to blow it dry, tired of pony tails. At first it was refreshing to have short hair again. And then Aaron saw it, and liked it- but didn't LOVE it. And this morning when I saw that I still had short hair, I was sad. The only consolation I have is that I donated it. So it was worth it ... and it will grow back. After all, it's just hair.
-back in June my friend Tiffany was in town for her brother's wedding. Her brother married Mitt Romney's niece, and her brother also asked my mom (former cookie shop owner) to make some cookies for their wedding celebration. And to make a long, tragic, difficult story short, Mitt Romney and I were in the same room- 6 feet away- and I didn't take advantage of the opportunity to meet him.
He was right there. And Tiffany and I were making a plan-
Tiffany: Okay, what are you going to say to him?
Me: I don't know- hi I'm Mandee and I love you? What should I say?
Tiffany: Gosh, I don't know. I'm so nervous for you.
Something like that, anyway.
We decided to get some food, figuring he would get some food, too, and then I could introduce my nerdy self over cookies.
But he never did. He left.
And it was over, just like that.
And the moral of the story is ... cutting your hair regret is nothing compared to not meeting Mitt Romney regret.