Remember me with good hair

This is my last weekend in VA and true to form, it is packed.  Today I'm getting my hair done (for the last time with my hairdresser of SEVEN YEARS!) but before that, I'm saying goodbye to a friend. 

Unfortunately, during my last meeting with my friend, my hair is going to look awful.  A few months back I decided to grow out my bangs and it's just not working out.  I miss them terribly.

I spent the entire African vacation looking like this:

or this:

The entire point of my decision to grow out my bangs was so that they would cascade alluringly down the side of my face, making me look soft and seductive.

I'll give you a minute to stop snorting.

Needless to say I always yank them back into a bobby pin and pine over my long lost bangs, so today, I'm getting them back.

So as I say goodbye, I'm gonna be like, When you remember me, remember me with good hair!

{This is what they like to call a first world problem.  I know.}