Rapunzel

M's been calling Monkey a hippie for the past few weeks. And even I'm willing to admit it - the girl's hair has gotten really really long.

Jellybean's gotten a little scraggly, too.

So we scheduled haircuts. For this morning. The morning after the biggest snowstorm I've seen since moving here. (there was even thunder during the snowstorm! cool!!!)

Needless to say, we were disappointed. We schlepped through the snow, with the girls, to this salon in the west village.....and the owner was there only to call and cancel all the appointments. Her stylists couldn't make it in.

We went inside to use the bathroom before repeating our trip back home.

And while we were inside, Monkey gazed forlornly about, muttering how we weren't going to get to watch the movie, as promised.

The salon owner asked 'what?'

And Monkey repeated: "it's just SO unfair. I don't get to get my haircut. And it's gotten SO long....I'm like Rapunzel!" as she finished it off with a (melodramatic) sigh.