Bad Gratitude Monday: About That Haircut...

When last you saw me, perhaps I looked like this:

I'm pleased to report that I got a haircut and did not walk out of the salon, cringing. The barber wasn't in, though, so the 'stache remains:

Just kidding. I was feeling a bit left out at Cantina's second annual Mustache Fiesta. I didn't win the mustache contest. Our good friend, MC, did. And why wouldn't he, with a killer 'stache like this one?

Anyway, here's a better picture of me and my hair. As you can see, I didn't get the Scarlett locks I was hoping for, but it'll pass:

Oh, and here's one where my shoulder isn't smooshing the hair so much:

(That's my friend, Jimbo. He calls me his "future ex-wife." If true, it means at LEAST two more divorces in the crystal ball for me. What's a girl to do?)

And, just to show that we're not divorced yet, here's one of me and Mr. Wright:

This Monday, I'm grateful for:

• Haircuts that don't make me want to stab my eyes out
• Good friends
• A marriage that's still holding it together

What are you grateful for?