Haircut....and I didn't cry!!

So I get quite emotional when I get an actual haircut. It must stem back to when I was younger and my mom made me get the ugliest haircut I've ever seen in my whole life. I swear it was awful. I know that's why I had only 2 friends in 4th grade. They were afraid. Yuck. Anyways, ever since then, I've always gotten really paranoid about getting my haircut. It's when it's more than 2 inches it starts to freak me out.
So last Friday Sydni and I went downtown to get our hair cut by one of my best friends. She does an AWESOME job (brag time-she used to work at a salon in Beverly Hills with tons of celebrity clients) so I have no reason to cry about it. I've been growing my hair out f-o-r-e-v-e-r....and it needed a trim really bad. So I decided to give it a CUT......yikes! It went down to my lower back, right along my tattoo, so clearly above my butt, but not by much!!! And I got at least 6 inches cut off, if not 7!!! OMG! Can you believe it? How brave am I???

So here's a before picture....



And here's an after picture.....



Aren't you proud??

Here is a before and after of Sydni's hair, too! Her hair was getting so long and she wanted it cut so bad! We thought it was perfect time since school starts next week!

Before....



And after.....



She looks so grown up!! I don't even know what I'm going to do in a few years when boys come marching into the picture!!