...he went to get a haircut tonight because of his part-time job. He came back home because it was going to cost him $20 for the haircut and he couldn't stomach paying that much. He asked me to cut it. I am not a haircutter--my two sisters are. And just because they know how to do something doesn't mean I do. Otherwise, I would also be a star athlete, dog trainer, runner, etc.
So...long story short. Actually, that is the story. His hair is no longer long, it is now short. Specifically, too short on one side. Something technical about the difference between a "2" and a "4". Whatever. They're all trimmers. I think a mohawk would look kinda cute on him. Besides, their very trendy. Although it may not be a good idea to look to "skin-headish" in a North Las Vegas bar/restaurant. Like the Red Sovine song, "...it'll grow back."
To the end of the story...I am thankful that my mother-in-law can fix hair messups. It looks pretty good. You can't even tell. I don't think I can get him to let me take a picture of it for my blog. So if I trick him, I'll put it on.
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With you on not giving haircuts. For the longest time my dh kept asking me to cut his hair and the kids' hair. I told him I couldn't stomach it there was no way.
Eventually I gave in to frugality and decided if I couldn't cut hair at least I could groom our golden retriever by myself. He had some tangles up around his ear from rolling around in the dirt. I figured it would be just like it was with our cats growing up - you just cut as close to the skin as you could to remove them. Well it removed them all right and dislocated part of his ear from his head.
$360 later after surgery to re-attach the dog's ear my husband was COMPLETELY convinced that I shouldn't cut hair...lol
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