Yeah, so ... at some point after I got home from Christmas vacation, I decided I didn't want to be a brunette anymore. I'm a blond. And that's just the way the world has to work.
I called up the hairdresser whom I've seen a handful of times before, knowing I could get in without much notice.
I got back to blond but more importantly, she grabbed a hold of my hair, gave it a yank and then slapped me upside the head and told me 'NO MORE COUPONS FOR YOUR HAIR.'
The actual cut was a mess ... entirely uneven from one side to the other, chopped up on the layers on one side and even a couple of 'holes' in my hair that will make the grow-out phase look sloppy without several visits back to Tish for fixes.
Fine. No more coupons.