Today, Mikee went out with her grandparents (and aunt). While hubby went out to have the car repaired, I hit the salon. Initially, I planned to have a haircut, pedicure and facial threading. I told the stylist not to shorten my hair. Well, we agreed that she can shorten it by an inch. All I ask was her to give it some style.

Then, as fickle-minded as I am, I cancelled the facial threading, and had a cellophane treatment instead. I was afraid the treatment might irritate my face in case I continue with the threading.

Hmm, few Gs less later, my hair looks, er uhm, same! Ugh!