HAIR TODAY GONE TODAY

Crazy, busy morning. Poopy to chiropractor. Poopy and me to drugstore, haircut place. I got a trim. Poopy got the Full Monty. I mean, a buzz. The man has only fuzz on his head. When I met him, he had a wonderful head of hair. By the time we got engaged, he had a ponytail. Still wonderful. That came off and I kept him in haircuts for years. Aboot 3 years ago, he decided he wanted to sport a very short do. Conservative and cool in the sense that it didn't make him sweat in the summer and didn't keep him warm in the winter. I could live with it. Only thing, he'd have to get that cut elsewhere. I'm terrified of clippers. Or rather, the end result of a mishap with said clippers. I don't want something of that magnitude on my fragile conscience, thanks anyway. So everytime I would take him for a haircut he would joke to the hairdresser "Shave it off." I never laughed. Not once. I was of the school of thought that if I didn't raise too much of a fuss, he would tire of the game. Silly, stupid, me.

Once again, today came the pronouncement. "Shave it off." As always, haircut lady looked at me for reassurance/horror/whatever. I thought to myself, you know what, the man has been feeling like crap lately. Absolute crap. If he wants his scalp hanging out all over the place, so be it. I said as much. But I wasn't going to watch. I turned as far away as I could and listened to the buzzing of the clippers. When I got my nerve up I looked underneath the swivelly chair and saw huge clumps of hair collecting there on the floor. Too late to turn back now. My eyes travelled upward and I saw this beautiful man sitting in a chair with minimal hair and a big grin.

It's really not that bad. Not bad at all. A happy man is a sight to behold.

Cost of Buzz cut- $5.00 (Really!)

The Resulting Smile- Pricele$$

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