So here's my class photo from 2nd grade. Where's Waldo?
I wasn't going to give you a freebe, but since there are so many rugrats in the picture, here's me and my hair, all by our lonesome.

So now do you get why I'm always so happy with good haircuts? It's because I know what a bad haircut is like, and it's even worse when you're no longer in 2nd grade and oblivious anymore. I actually don't remember anything traumatic about this haircut, except discovering this picture years later and going, "Oh my GOD!"
So there you have it, as promised. Tomorrow maybe I'll show you a picture of the BMW in the parking lot at work with a phallus sketched in the dusty windshield. Ah, humor in its highest form.






My name is Sonja Foust. I’m a romance author and internet dork. 