Kiss the Buckett!

Heading to get my hairs did this evening.
And boy, it's about time.
Tommy is in high demand, and a dear friend, so I really go to great lengths (no pun intended) not to bother him.
He usually ends up texting me to come in once he realizes it's been over half a year and then begins to imagine the cacophony that might be growing from my head.
Right now, all my ends are split and dried out and ready to be hacked the heck off.
I brushed it last night, immediately turning it into a great, overzealous frame of frizz and static.
I quickly contained it in a bun and tried not to have nightmares about my wild hair animal eating my head clean off.
Trim? Glaze? Bangs? Layers?
Only tomorrow will tell...