Oh sweet, sweet lord. I'm getting a hair cut on Saturday. It's been nine weeks. You have to understand how hard this has been for me. I LIVE for the hairdresser, baby. If you could only see the pseudomullet I am sporting right now, you would run for hills and hide oot with the hairy cows. The receptionist at the salon squealed when I gave her my name and phone number. "Shauna! Just like the girl on Home and Away!"