MsCounsel
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So, I flat-ironed my hair on Saturday. It was really tangled and I know that I ripped out tons of hair.
I didn't cry or freak out but I just figured I will baby it like crazy for the next month.
Anyway on Sunday, I asked my SO to help me measure my hair. The last time I measured was in October and I thought it was time.
Well I grabbed a pink marker and put my home-made measuring shirt on and turned around. He freaked -
Him: What the hell?
Me: What?
Him: Let me see this thing. (I turn so he can see me)
Me: Okay, it helps me to know how many inches my hair has grown.
Him: You're hysterical.
Me: I'm so writing to the board about this.
He totally thinks my obsessive about my hair.
I don't disagree but he really sees the difference and before we went out on Saturday, he asked me how I was going to wear my hair. 
Anyway, I just had to share.

Anyway on Sunday, I asked my SO to help me measure my hair. The last time I measured was in October and I thought it was time.
Well I grabbed a pink marker and put my home-made measuring shirt on and turned around. He freaked -
Him: What the hell?
Me: What?
Him: Let me see this thing. (I turn so he can see me)
Me: Okay, it helps me to know how many inches my hair has grown.
Him: You're hysterical.
Me: I'm so writing to the board about this.
He totally thinks my obsessive about my hair.


Anyway, I just had to share.