1. Every few years I grow my hair really long and then chop it off to donate.
  2. I've done it three times since high school.
  3. Exceeeeept that, I never get around to the donating part.
  4. The first time I chopped my hair off I was living in Paris and my apartment only had a tub.
    You know how difficult it is to wash long hair in a tub?? Very. difficult.
  5. So I braided my hair and cut it off and mailed it to my mom hoping she'd send it in to some organization.
  6. Years later I found the ponytail still in an envelope on a dresser in her room.
  7. So I took it intending to send it off but never did. In fact, I moved twice and kept finding it and losing it again.
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  9. The next time I chopped my hair was a few months after my wedding.
  10. My hair stylist chopped it for me and put it in a baggy and gave it to me.
  11. I forgot all about it and found it under the seat of my car about six months later.
  12. I thought to myself, "Oh, I'll find that first ponytail and send them in together."
  13. So I put it in a drawer and forgot all about it.
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  15. The last time was maybe four years ago.
  16. Again, we bagged my hair and I swore to find the first two.
  17. Except I kept finding one at a time and then putting it somewhere and could never really get my hands on all three at once.
  18. Well, finally a few months ago I cleaned out some boxes, drawers and closets to get ready for some house guests and voila! All three ponytails resurfaced.
  19. Here they are. Look away if you must!
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  20. So today they are going in the mail.
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  21. And I can finally be relieved of this self-inflicted prison.