I forgot to update you all on my hair. I went to the other lady in town and she flat ironed it so I wouldn’t look like a chicken. Instead I looked like James Brown. Then I got called away to go home and my mother made an appointment with her stylist. She slapped the chemicals on my hair, trimmed it up and now I have straight, short black hair that I’m praying will grow really fast, because I can’t wear a ponytail with my hair this short, so that means I’m spending time in the mirror in the mornings, which is not something I normally do. I do like it and I have no complaints. I still hope this other lady can do a nice job.