I hate getting my hair cut. The way I talk about haircuts, you’d think that I was talking about someone pulling out my fingernails with pliers. I also hate it when my hair gets long, which presents a problem when I also don’t like getting my hair cut. In the 11+ years we’ve been married, my wife has graciously cut my hair all but one time (when I first moved to Texas, alone, trying to find a place for us and our three big dogs to live).
My wife was out of town this weekend, and I was tired of my long (for me) hair, so I took matters into my own hands. Definitely not an award-winning haircut, but I think it is at least “acceptable” considering my clippers died partway through (they were 15 years old, so it’s not surprising) and I’m not very coordinated looking in a mirror. At least no one has pointed and laughed at me yet.