Post 93: Significance of the Snapshot

And the answer is...

Allll right, so some of you guessed in the general vicinity of the correct answer- yes, I did cut Travis's hair.  Ohhh but wait!  There's MORE!  I didn't just cut Travis's hair, I... well... I guess I will start from the beginning:

It was a few weeks ago when Travis and I decided that we simply could not let his hair grow out anymore than it already had.  He was beginning to look like a porcupine when he gelled his hair for work.  Cut Travis's hair?  Sure!  I could do that!  I have done it quite successfully many, many times.  All I have to do is pop on that #4 guard, cut his entire head of hair, take a #1 guard and thin his sideburns, take his facial razor and use the back part that pops up to shave the hair on the back of his neck down to the skin, use that same razor to trim his sideburns up, and, finally, clean up/make sure it is perfect. 

Now, this past time that I was cutting his hair, I was doing a GREAT job!  I was really fast and knew just the right angles to get the cut done correctly.  In fact, we were finished in less than 30 minutes- woohoo!  That's a new record!  Time for him to take a shower and voila!  "Oh, wait.  Let me just get this section riiiight...GASP!"  I can't exactly explain to you the feeling one gets when she has just created a crater in her husband's hair due to the fact that she didn't change the #1 guard to the #4 guard before landing the shaver onto the right side of the very. top. of. his. scalp... but what I can tell you is that the feeling?  You don't want it- especially when you know that your husband has the chance for revenge soon when he dyes your hair. 

Anywho, Travis quickly caught on to the fact that something went terribly, terribly wrong.  And when I say "quickly caught on" I mean strap a diaper on that man because I just scared him silly by gasping a gasp that instantly let him know what went wrong.  As Travis ran to the mirror to check out the damage- the "crater on the moon" if you will- I had to make a decision... a decision to laugh or to cry. 

I chose laugh.

As Travis gave me the "you little stinker!" face, I plotted on how to salvage the haircut- and his pride.  He had to go to work the next day, no question... he couldn't hide out for the weekend allowing for two days of growth in the one unhappy patch.  It had to be fixed that very night.  I decided that I would cut the top shorter and blend it into the longer sides.  Now I know that this sounds totally bizarre, but it actually worked!  Part of the reason it worked was because he gels his hair.  Thus, he simply needed to gel down the sides and gel the top up, and tada!  Another reason it worked was because I think (by the grace of my Savior) I did not push the guard completely onto Travis's scalp when I used the #1.  Whatever the case might have been, the hair cut actually worked out.  In fact, now Travis is asking if we should cut it again because he says it feels long to him!  Ha ha! 

Then again, no matter how well things work out with your wife's botched haircut, you will still always have that coworker who asks if you have just joined the military.  Such is life.

Here we go againnnnn: