Oops I did it again....

A few weeks ago I came home to a parcel, now I never get parcels, Sean does near enough everyday but as soon as he's home they're whisked away never to be seen again.
So my little parcel was. ...... a pair of thinning scissors. I have no idea where they came from, I checked my ebay account - no drunk purchase made by me (Sean's drunk purchase lately was 2 very bad ass knives that he only remembered ordering when they arrrived) so I'm now wondering if someone sent them to me as a bit of a hint?
They even came with a spirit level!
The other day after battling with the bouffant and feeling annoyed that my hair is such a mass of frizz I had the old light bulb moment and remembered the scissors. So, out they came minus spirit level and I start to hack away. A bit like Edward Scissor hands cross Britney Spears when she shaved her head and went bonkers. I can confirm that I still have a full head and I haven't gone bonkers (others may argue that)
After chopping my hair I quickly decided I couldn't be a hairdresser, there's too much of an undesirable urge to literally keep chopping and chopping.
Maybe that's why I've never got the style I've asked for, they just don't know when to STOP. Sigh.
So as I'm chopping and chopping hair is quite literally flying every where. To the point where the en suite is now looking like there's a mini chiwbacca standing beside me. Not deterred I keep going, I did think maybe I should have at least read how to do it but then figured "she'll be right"
For that day the bouff behaved but now we're back to full on frizz and I feel I should carry a wide load sign on behalf of my hair. Grrrr

Pretty much sums up how I feel (and look) when I get to work and look in the mirror. When I leave the house I look like this ......