Archive - Jun 27, 2009

The husband shocked me yesterday. 

I was sitting in the hammock, taking advantage of the shade in the backyard to get some fresh, non-air-conditioned air, reading and having my evening cocktail while I waited for the husband to come home.  He had a busy day yesterday, and on top of all his work stuff, he had a few late appointments which put off his arrival at home about an hour or so.  When he finally rolled up the driveway, I had to do a doubletake while I watched him drive into the garage.  Something about his profile was...off. 

When I figured it out a moment later, my jaw dropped open.  And it stayed like that for quite some time. 

You see, the last appointment the husband had yesterday was for a haircut.  I was expecting him to get a trim of his shoulder-length locks, per usual.  But he had different plans, apparently. 

He parked the car, grabbed his briefcase, and walked across the backyard to where I was sitting, jaw still open wide, and...handed me his ponytail. He'd had it cut off, and had kept the hair as a souvenir.  

He went from this...

To this.

Sorry about the crap quality of the picture.  I had to take it on the fly with my phone, but it nonetheless gets the point across. 

I think it looks terrific.   I've missed the back of his neck like you wouldn't believe.  Yes, he has very pretty hair, and I loved playing with it when I was bald, but...it looks better short.  It frames his face nicely, and, as the salon staff pointed out to him, he looks younger with shorter hair.

The Cake Eater In-laws arrive on Wednesday and I'm afraid he's going to give his mother a heart attack when she finally lays eyes upon him.  

Granted, if she died from said metaphorical heart attack, she'd die happy because he's finally done what she's wanted---and has been very vocal about expressing---for years.