Well, I did it. I took off the metaphorical training wheels on the bike that is my hairstyle and went for the whole shabang: (shaBANG, get it?) After months of consideration (I will just apologize right now to all of you who had to listen to me talk relentlessly about it) I finally had my bangs cut and hair colored. I'll tell ya, there's no nerves-killer like waiting hours at a time for something to happen. Like when we went skydiving a few weeks back we had to wait five hours to get up there, and by that point I was like JUST THROW ME OUT OF THIS GOSH DARN PLANE SO I CAN GO HOME AND TAKE A SHOWER. Same goes for getting my hair cut....after three hours in the hair salon (I'm used to a 20-minute trim) I was so ready to see my new hair I practically pleaded the hairdresser to turn my seat around. And, lucky for me, Susan complied and voila! Training wheels GONE!