I cut my own hair

can you spot the cheetah?

First, let me be the first to say it: I have been a bad blogger this week. Bad bad blogger. I tell you all that I am going to have a hair cut and that I am going to show you pictures; and then I don't. Bad Kimberellie.

Well, mostly it is because I forgot that we were going away this week. Though we have been back for awhile now.... So, uh, I'm a slacker. I would apologize more prettily but as far as I can tell nobody is paying me for my services here. And even if they were: I stand by my slacking.

These pictures are of my son and I at the zoo. It was so cool because he LOVED it.

Now prepare yourself for cute: When we got to the lions, I said to my son: "Look, a lion. Remember the lion from your book? Lions go ROAR." And then my son ROARED!!! At the lion! A LOT! So much so in fact, that the lion eventually roared back.

And about the hair? Well, I cut it myself. I had to. It made me. I'm impulsive. What else can I say? Oh, right, I did get it re-cut professionally yesterday. I will post pics of the professional cut tonight. I already have the post done so there can't be any slacking this time. I just need to press: "publish".

ROAR