Here's a fascinating (or appalling--depends on your sensibility) behind-the-scenes look at a recurring conversation in the Harris household over the past 6 weeks.
Dena: Do you think I should get my hair cut?
Blair: Sure, do whatever you like.
Dena: So you hate my hair?
Blair: No! I love your hair.
Dena: Then why do you want me to cut it?
Blair: I didn't say I wanted you to get it cut.
Dena: Then you think I should leave it the length it is?
Dena: That wasn't a yes. You do hate my hair.
Blair: No! I just want you to be happy.
Dena: But do you like it better long or short?
Blair: I like it both ways.
Dena: But which one do you like better?
Blair: I think you're beautiful no matter what you do.
Blair: I'm no fool.
This ridiculous conversation took place more times than I care to mention. Today I bit the bullet and went in and had the back chopped off, leaving the front still somewhat long. I LOVE it. I am just a short-hair chick. The best part is I'm back to only taking about 6 minutes to style it, blow-drying included.
So now that issue is resolved, we'll need to find a new topic of conversation. Hey, I've got one! How's this for an opener?
Dena: So. Do you think I'm fat?