I consider myself one whom doesn't care much with matching my socks, how scruffy I look, how long my hair is... etc, etc. But come on, getting a dorky looking hair cut 4 days before your 10 year high school reunion sucks! Hopefully it will grow out by then, but I look like Alferd E Newman right now.

I think someone is trying to tell us not to go to the reunion. We are basically trying to fly into the perfect storm with Bonnie and Charley meeting up in Jacksonville on Friday morning (the day we are suppose to arrive).

Things are not looking good!