Cheater, Cheater, Pants on Fire

One of my friends used to like to say cheater, cheater pants on fire which would drive me up the wall because it is so wrong in so many ways.  I mean mixing up the sayings?  So not right.  But along the way I got used to the saying and now I say it.  It makes sense to me now.  Even though it shouldn't.

So why am I a cheater?  Because I cheated today.  On my hair stylist.  But it wasn't really cheating.  At least I don't think so.  Yet I feel so disloyal.  I've had the same hair stylist for awhile now and I love her.  I love that I go in and I don't have to really say much and she just cuts my hair.  But she left the salon so I went to a new person tonight.  I went into the salon and I was not offered a water or a chocolate.  Boo.  I met my new stylist and had the obligatory discussion about what I wanted with my hair.

She was definitely different, but the result was pretty darn good, if I do say so myself.  The real test will be tomorrow - when I have to do my hair myself.

Will I go back?  I don't know.  I don't do well with change.