A haircut!

So about a week ago I went in to my usual place to get my hair trimmed. I paid no attention to the fact that my hairdresser was stressed because her 16 year old son, on foreign exchange, had to have an emergency appendectomy surgery in Mexico!! Wouldn't every mother just absolutely freak out?!! I love Bethany, my hairdresser, who always does a great job. Actually this time she cut my hair just fine except that it was shorter than I wanted. So I went home and played with it alittle then realized that I didn't know what to do with it since it was so short. The only time I've had my hair short was the year my husband Marshall met me. He loves my hair this short and that was 25 years ago! So then I start thinking that my alpacas are getting a 'haircut' this week, except we call it shearing. It will take us all day for 4 of us to shear 9 alpacas and we'll be ready for a glass of wine afterwards. So my alpacas will have that 'what do I do with my hair now?' feeling that I just had.  I know exactly how they feel. When the first one gets done, and thats always my 'crankee yankee' Mikey (we always go light to dark, and Mikeys' white), he'll go back in with the other boys and he'll feel like he's the only naked alpaca in the bunch. Which he is. Of course the day after I get my haircut I only see women with long perfect hair. Oh well, my hair will grow back and so will the alpacas'. Patience! And BTW, no pictures of my me and my new haircut!