Oopsie

I've been cutting my husbands hair now for a couple years. I normally do a pretty top notch job, except for a little divot here or there. It's not my fault really. He always has me do it at night when I am prone to fits of giggles and somehow screwing up his haircut always strikes me as hilarious. It is difficult to control your extremities when your are laughing hysterically.

He is always after me to cut it, so tonight he thought he would go extra short so it would last a while. He handed me the razor with the #2 attached. Well, the good news is that he won't be bugging me to cut his hair for the rest of the summer. The bad news is that we have a wedding in two days. Oopsie.