It’s going to be a couple of weeks before this post pays off…
Jen and I had a pretty heavy conversation about a pretty heavy topic today. When I say heavy I mean that literally… we were talking about… my hair.
First, we discussed hair care products. Specifically, is there anything in the house that I could use to keep this bastard of a hairdo out of my eyes. Yes, there are a couple of styling products that I could try. I will experiment over the weekend. Just note… I hate product. Hate.
Our discussion included the subtopic of how everything we talked about is likely to fail in a big way. Jen offered to cut my hair. She’s offered a few times before but today I asked, “do you want to cut my hair?” and she answered, “yes.”
A kit with scissors… would you call it a grooming kit, or is that just for pets? Whatever, quality scissors have been ordered. Also, a set of clippers has been ordered as a back up in case something goes wrong with the actual hair cut process. By “go wrong” I mean either it can’t be done or it comes out really bad and needs to be fixed. There is a statistical probability that I may be in for my first ever buzz cut. At least I will be able to see where I am going, right?
Jen is nervous that it’s going to come out bad. I am not. For two reasons. One, I don’t care. Two, we are likely to be in lock down long enough that I will need a second haircut by the time we get out anyway. What difference does it make? Another reason, though unofficial, is how funny it is going to be. We are going to laugh our asses off all the way through this and it is going to be awesome.
The sad reality hit at this point though. Mother Amazon will not be delivering the scissors or the clippers for a couple of weeks. That means you’re going to have to wait for the hilarious selfies.