Does your hair talk to you? Mine does and it all started.... One score and three years ago, my hairdresser brought forth upon my mane a new hairdo conceived in brevity and dedicated to the proposition that not all haircuts are created equal. You see I had long hair when I got married. It was down to the middle of my back and my new husband just loved it long. So about a month and a half after our wedding, I went to a salon for a trim and I told the hairdresser to take the back up to just below my shoulders. As was my custom, I took off my glasses and let her do her thing. Big mistake! When she was finished, my hair was cut into a shag with the layers cut very close to my head. The lowest point of the back was just ABOVE my shoulders. I looked a little like Carol Brady but with much thinner layers, no poof on the top and no visible length in the back unless you looked at it through a magnifying glass. Needless to say, my new husband was a bit shocked and upset as was I. My hair talked. It told everyone I was a 13 year old boy! Several years later I decided to get my hair cut by a new outfit. We had moved up to a new area and it was too far to travel to my old place. Again, I told her to cut it in my usual style with layers and the back length just below my shoulders. I took off my glasses so she could cut away and she began to work her magic. I've learned since my first bad hair cut so I usually peak and could see the fuzzy outline of enough hair to satisfy myself that I wasn't going to be bald. However, when she was done styling my hair, I looked in the mirror and saw my GRANDMOTHER staring back at me! It was all in pin curls around my face and my hair talked. It screamed "OLD!!" I didn't mean to yell, but it just came out, "I look like my GRANDMOTHER!" After another wash and a blow dry (no pin curls please) it was a fairly decent cut I could live with. But right then and there I decided that I wasn't going to pay for a haircut if I wasn't 100% positive I'd see someone of my generation looking back at me from across the mirror! So I began to get my hair cut once every six months. Ok once every year. So now I haven't had it cut for about three years. lol So yesterday I'm wearing a jacket that I've worn for years. A few times I noticed something was yanking on my hair. It always came loose so I didn't think anything of it UNTIL... I got to my car and found it had been sitting in the sun so long, it was a bit stuffy. So I took my coat off and found it dangling from my HAIR! Something on the back of the jacket had tangled up in my hair and wouldn't let go! I couldn't imagine what on earth it was that had gotten caught up in my hair forrest (as my son calls it). I must have looked like a cartoon of Wile E Coyote jumping up and down trying to loose myself from it's grip, whatever it was. I mean, it HURT! I was able to get most of this big chunk of hair free from it's grip, but it was still holding on by a goodly amount and try as I might, I just couldn't get free. All the while my son was asking what I was doing out there! You see he was already in the car and waiting to leave the park. Finally, in desperation, I decided to rip the rest of the hair off my head. The jacket fell into my hand-a wad of hair still stuck to the BUTTON I never knew was there! When I got home I took a pair of scissors and cut that nasty button right off there! I love my hair long, but do you think it's trying to tell me something?