Hair Cut

I've cut my hair for many reasons. The most memorable and appropriately sophomorish was when I let my roommates cut (ten inches off the twelve) and dye (reddish purply) one crazed night of chick flicks, pizza, and root beer. I believe the reason was heartbreak, I vaguely remember a jilting boy...Anywho, I got the cut fixed the next day and fell in love with short hair. Which is not to say I don't love long hair. I'm a wigamist.

However, this time I cut my hair for exercise. See, I haven't been able to do much of anything since Jane was born, I'm still having some related pain. But I can swim. And last week I got a membership to the YMCA which has babysitting and a pool. The problem is, long hair takes too long to dry and Minnesota is too cold to go around with wet hair. So I cut it off. Tell me what you think.

Before:


After:

I think I made the right choice, don't you?