Getting a decent hair cut is nearly impossible in a small town. I’ve given (NAME REDACTED) Salon two chances now.
My first visit resulted in “The Vulcan.”
But time heals all wounds (and all bad haircuts). I decided to give them another go. How could it be any worse?
Let’s just say that I’m now sporting a haircut that I’ve come to refer to as “The Rancher’s Wife.” Nothing wrong with being a rancher’s wife, except of course that I’m neither.
