Awww, what a cute picture of me and my little sister, yes? Well, I suppose. But how incredibly, unfathomably cute we are has absolutely nothing to do with why I chose to use this picture in this week's haiku. The true story, my friends, is in the wall behind us to the right of the refrigerator. Where you see a calendar/pegboard hanging. Below which sat a trash can. A trash can above which I stood the day I decided to take scissors to my glorious head of hair (which my mother says she had waited and waited to see finally grow in) at the tender young age of 4 (about 4 years before this picture was taken), all because I had seen a little girl with some kind of 80's shag/mullet/multi-layered cut (whichever it was, I'm sure it was quite enviable *ahem*) and was quite sure I could duplicate the look myself. Needless to say, I did not. My mom walked in, caught me, shrieked in horror at what I had done to myself, and promptly took me to a professional. And that is how I went from this (Pre-Hair Massacre):
to this:
Now, I guess I should say I learned my lesson, or at least that I could never do that to myself today thus making the title of this post completely true. But as you are aware, I have had various incidents that involved getting that old urge to cut my own hair. Ah, well anyway, why don't we all get in a circle and share some of the stupidest things we did as children along these lines? I'll go first:
i feel i must chop
be it barbie's hair or mine
but i can DO IT!
OR...
had to take a pee
no need to interrupt play
pee behind the fence
