C is for cutting bangs

This past weekend, it was fairly nippy outside. I had to wear my knitted winter cap. Wearing this article of clothing isn't unusual these days, considering that it has been a cooler spring than the norm.

I have always had bangs. My bangs certainly needed to be trimmed. With the hat on, I could barely see.

So that evening, I decided to cut them myself. I think that I cut them shorter than I normally do. The good thing is that I won't have to trim them for a while. The bad aspect to trimming them so short is that I feel that they are actually too short.

Anyway, my guy is in the office this week for a few days. He is attending a seminar, which is a change from delivering one.

On Tuesday, we missed each other. We were supposed to go for lunch, but I was away from my desk when he had pinged me. Instead, my guy thought that we could talk after work for a bit. He had to leave to go to an appointment, but still managed to squeeze in some time.

We talked in one of the lunchrooms at the office. He was hungry and was heating up some oatmeal. I was hungry, too. He offered to share his oatmeal with me, but I didn't want too many carbs in my system to make me feel sluggish driving home.

He noticed my clear gel nail polish and loved how my nails looked. We chatted about our day for nearly half an hour.

My guy is perceptive. He told me that my bangs looked good, which made me look good. He is sweet.

We're going to try having lunch on Thursday. Yay!