The Cut

Every marriage has trials... and it's the trials that you look back and laugh at.  Pol and I had one of those times last night.  I personally am already laughing at the situation, but it might take Pol about a month (or whenever his hair grows back) to laugh.

You see, for 6 years I have been cutting my husband's hair... and doing a pretty good job... if I do say so myself, and I do say so.  There have been a few mishaps, few bloody ears, but nothing terrible.  Last night there was a mishap... of gigantic proportions.  My biggest fear has always been that I would use the wrong guard, or not use one at all.  Pol's hair was crazy long so I went through with the 1in guard.  Then combed his hair out.  I was going to go back with the 1in, so I grabbed the razor and sliced through his head... from front to back.  I did not realize that at some point I had taken the guard off, I guess to change it out.  Problem is no guard was on when I cut through the hair.  I actually thought to myself.. WOW, this is taking a lot off!  Then I removed the razor to reveal Pol's bald head. 

ME "oh no.  oh no.  oh no"  

Pol: "You shaved my head, didn't you."

ME:  "yes."  inwardly screaming... YOU JUST SHAVED HIS HEAD!

Pol: "Well finish it off... you can't do anything about it now."

ME:  "No.. no.. I can't.  I can't shave your head.  I am so sorry."

Pol:  "You HAVE to... I can't go around with a shaved stripe."

ME:  "What about a comb over?  You could wear a hat until that part grows out."

Pol:  "NO.  Shave it all.  You have to."

ME:  "Oooooo.. what about a mohawk?  I have already screwed it up, so let's make it fun."

Pol:  "fine.  I am going to get made fun of either way"

ME:  "YES!  MOHAWK!  YOU WILL LOOK AWESOMESAUCE!"

Pol:  "No, No I will not."

Then I gave my husband a mohawk.  

And he looks like he is about to enlist in the army. 

And I think he is cute.  

And I am glad he still loves me.

And I am uber happy he let me take pictures!