Hair Catastrophe

So I have been trying to grow my hair out.  I thought maybe I would have it long one more time before I turn 40.  I don't know why though..I have never been so happy with my hair since I started wearing it short.  So a few weeks ago I went to get a little trim and a highlight.  That night I was trying on an outfit for a little event and had PD take my picture of it to send my sister:

Ok..so ignore the fact that the picture is in the bathroom and you can't see the really cool ruffles on my dress, focus on the fact that my hair is just so very super dorky!!!  When I saw this picture I cried for 36 hours.  I didn't really cry, but I hated. Soooooo.  The night before the event I got scissors and a mirror, went out on the porch and did this:

I have cut my hair before..a little..but this was a lot.  Oh my goodness..it was bad.  It was a terrible, uneven mullet.  I don't actually have a picture of that. I called my hair lady to fix it, but she wouldn't call me back.  She may have been a little offended.  Then the morning of the event I remembered that PD gets his hair cut by a lady in his old office building near our house.  I called..and she squeezed me in.  It turned out to be one of the best haircuts I have ever had.  The whole salon laughed at me though.  Here is a picture of it.  I am enjoying the Lemon Cake that the girls got me for Mother's Day.  They always get me a lemon cake because it is my favorite.  I was so overwrought.  I broke into it on Mother's Day eve when PD brought it home!  But isn't my hair much better?