Hair-raising, indeed

My long-time hair stylist has a daughter in the hospital, and therefore is not doing any hair. Which is totally understandable and I'm praying for them every day. However, this also means on Saturday I will be semi-cheating on her by getting a cut and highlights from...gasp...another stylist at her salon. Who I don't even know. (The horror!) So if I don't show up at work on Monday, it means I have emerged with some sort of tragic brunette pixie cut and have gone into hiding. Eeks.