Brian, for some reason unbeknownst to me, does not like getting his hair cut. So it grows and grows and grows until I feel guilty as a wife. That is when I force him to get it cut.
The first time I cut it did not go well and I said I would never cut it again. Of course, I did end up cutting it again and this time was fine... even though all I did was shave it to half an inch. I wanted it longer but in the long run, and since he detests haircuts so much, this will be better.
He ended up happy and in a good mood (never try to cut your husband's hair when he is in a bad mood) and even swept the floor for me! I think he looks pretty good. :)
p.s. please do not look at the dirty dishes or the messy kitchen in the background, they are not a part of this story. thank you.