I made a stop at the grocery store last night to pick up a few ingredients to make my famous (at least in my house) chicken noodle soup. ONE HUNDRED AND TWENTY THREE DOLLARS AND EIGHTY TWO CENTS later, I was out of there. But not before my favorite cashier noted that my haircut looked great. My point? I have a couple. First, the amount of money I spent when my intention is to run in for a few things is ridiculous and embarrassing. Second, I'm spending a lot of time grocery shopping if the cashier notices when I cut my hair.