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.