I now have short hair. But it didn’t happen at all like I imagined. In a moment of weakness after coming home from the hospital, Jennifer offered to cut my hair. I agreed. Wrong decision. "I’ll only take a little bit off," she said. She lied. This was the result:
Don’t get me wrong, I love my wife, she’s just not a barber.
So after a trip to the emergency room, sorry, the hair-stylist, I
have a new due. The ladies at the salon got a good laugh. But all is