It's that time of year. Time for the old winter coat to get shaved off. Literally.
I hate cutting hair. Absolute passion hate hate Hate it. (capital H). I'd gladly pay $20/mo out of my scrapbook budget not to do it. But.. I have a husband that will have none of that. So I get to do the "trooper cut" Basically, nearly bald on the sides, level 1 on top with a horse shoe down the middle, kinda like a teeny tiny flattop.
I agreed under one condition. I got to take pics.
He said yes.
He should know, that taken pics means they end up on my blog.
Ha HA. Can't stop me. You don't read here. *running around laughing with my arms flailing about*
See how happy he looks? Oh yeah that's my man.
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