I go through times where I miss my really long hair and want to grow it out. Then I remember what a pain it is. I'd been growing it out for about 2 years from a super short cut and it was getting really old, really fast.
It's so much easier to manage. I can do all sorts of cute things with it. And I don't have to mess with straightening it nearly as much.
I try to live dangerously and take pictures of myself while driving. I swear I was careful and didn't endanger my fellow drivers. But it means that I got odd angels and blurry shots...
This last picture is a bonus picture of sorts. Sunday I took the boys for a picnic lunch with a group of vegans and before we met up with them we rode the train that's in the park. Don't the adults behind us look so thrilled to be alive?