So I did. I got my hair done. My sweet friend took Jane and Kate for the afternoon. It was wonderful.
That night I called Jack at his hotel and the conversation was "hi, honey kids are good blah blah blah" ( lots of 'blah blah' from me, bless Jack and his tolerant 'blah blah' ears) "oh and I got my hair done today....and I didn't cut it shorter...and I just went the same blonde....crickets...A-N-D I may or may not have cut some bangs." -side note bangs are Jacks least favorite hair style. But you know you have married a pretty incredible man when he says "you make everything look so cute. I'm sure I will love them. Send me a picture"
So I did saying-
"So here you go. I know you don't like bangs. But I know that you REALLY love me. Maybe we can strike a middle ground? Love you"
Husbands response (which was immediate, good move Jack, good move) "They're adorable! You look beautiful :)"
Then I had him reassure me about a hundred times, which also included me putting a million different words in his mouth. Oh that man. Such an amazing man. Love that man. Such a great man. Are you tired if my man talk yet?