Except, someone is going there! Just last week I got an email from someone I was friends with from fifth to ninth grade, primarily in seventh and eighth grade. Her emails have been full of “Remember the time…?” and now suddenly the floodgates have broken open and I am inundated with middle school memories!

In her last email, she wrote, “Remember the time you got your hair cut at Supercuts and they they totally trashed it? And then we were waiting for the bus and it was raining and someone drove their car right through a mud puddle and soaked us on purpose?” Ahhh…no, I don’t remember that! At least I didn’t.

So then that got me thinking about bad haircuts. I’ve had many more than my fair share in my lifetime. When I was an adult, I was lucky enough to find someone who could give me a fantastic haircut every time, but ever since I left Portland, I’ve been out of luck again. My hair is baby-fine and straight except where it sticks straight out when it’s cut badly. So yesterday, I went to the barber with my husband so he could get his $7 haircut. We are traveling which means this was just some random barber, but as he says, “It’s hair. It’ll grow back.” Guys have it so easy. I was sitting in the lobby waiting for him and one of the stylists finished with her customer and looked at me and yelled, “Next!” Before I even knew what I was doing, I had my coat off and was in her chair. The whole time, I was thinking about, “Remember when you had your hair cut at Supercuts…” but it turned out okay. I’ve had a lot worse haircuts than this one that cost a lot more and when my husband told me it looked good, he didn’t have that shifty, I hate to lie but I don’t want to sleep on the couch look in his eyes. Maybe I am ready to face middle school again after all.