Saturday I was napping with Heather, preparing to get my hair cut and then the phone rings. Turns out, it was the woman who has been cutting my hair for about 3 years now. She is moving to another salon and wanted to let me know. On a scale of one to ten, how wierd is that? I'm happy she called and told me, because I can go to her and get my hair cut without worries. I have one of the easiest cuts possible (zero sides and back, one on top) but it is possible to screw it up. But Megan cuts my hair and I don't have to worry about it. It's something I can depend on.

One of these days, I should ask Megan out.