I was scared

I went out to mom's last night for a haircut-trim-it-was-still-too-long. (I have my own personal hairdresser, yes I do) She snipped away. Then she told me to go look and see if I liked it. And there it was. I knew it was there; I used to live there after all. As I peered around the corner, I saw it. A FULL LENGTH MIRROR. Ack! I didn't even see my hair. I'm much bigger than I want to be. I need to get one of the evil things in my house soon. Call it motivation.