the cut

Just by glancing over these pictures, most of your are thinking "uh-oh." I must say I think the same thing every time I see these pictures. We obviously were not of sound mind when we attempted to cut Jason's hair.

Now, Jason's sister, Jess, is an amazing beautician. We rely on her (a bit too much) to make sure that our hair is cut and looking decent. She was a bit busy this past week, and Jason and me, being the very impatient people that we are, decided that just this once I would try to trim Jason's hair, because it was a bit too long, and then we could have Jess finish it later. Not such a good idea.
Out at the Hall residence on Saturday, I took the hair trimmer to Jason's head. The task may look easy to preform when watching a skilled beautician do it, but, my dear friends, that is not the case. I started out just randomly grazing the trimmer over Jason's head, and it looked...okay. But, then I decided to go shorter. Let's just say that by the time I had finished, Jason's hair looked like a patched quilt. His hair was completely different lengths in various places, and he was a nervous wreck. By this time, Jason and I decided I should probably stop before it got any worse. He could have lost all of his hair completely. I quickly sent him down to Vaughn, the local barber, to fix the mess I made. Apparently when Jason stepped into the barber shop, Vaughn ask, "What happened to you?!" Jason's reply, "My wife."

Well, Vaughn told Jason that he only knew one hair style, and the picture above shows it. The flat top (or in Jason's words: military man cut). Jason's hair is now about 1/4 of an inch long, and he is now sporting a hat just about every day, but I'm sure in about 2 weeks he will need another hair cut. When that time comes, I will not be "trimming it." I have now vowed that I will NEVER attempt such a task again. I'll leave that one to the expert.