Sometimes

Sometimes you want a haircut

Sometimes you need a haircut

Sometimes other people tell you it's time for a haircut

and

Sometimes you light you hair on fire and you HAVE to get a haircut



Yesterday while cleaning up the food that James had thrown on the floor I stood up and leaned over the counter to throw the food in the sink.  I had forgotten that I had lit a candle.  I remembered when all the sudden I felt some hot heat by my face and saw my hair go up in flames.

I feel that I am really really blessed - first of all I still have hair
Second - Nothing but my hair burned.  It could have been so much worse.
Third- I was able to get into get my hair cut same day as the incident
Fourth - I thought I would leave with a short hair cut, nope, still have the length, just more layers (which lets be honest - my hair needed a boost anyway)
Fifth - James didn't see it.  I think that would have been traumatizing to see your mom on fire.
Sixth - The smell was terrible but it had cleared out for the most part when my Visiting Teachers came a half hour later.
Seventh - Still so so so grateful that I have hair and nothing else burned.

I'll post pictures later.


I threw the candle away.