Today,
my spousal unit asked me to trim her hair.
This is always a stressful request from her, because it has not always
ended well in the past. First of all,
she insists on wetting her hair to make it lay flatter. While this does arguably make the process
more even, it’s hard to tell how much her hair will “shorten” after it’s
dry. So, I have to try to get the length
where she wants it when it’s dry, while it’s wet.
Second
of all, our definition of “an inch” is not quite the same. I attribute this mostly to her growing up
with the metric system and not understanding what an inch actually looks like. While I believe an inch to be…well, an inch;
she believes it to be more like a quarter of an inch. In other words, an evening out of the ends. Of course, if she would just say “even out
the ends,” then I would even out the ends.
But when she says take off an inch, I take off an inch.
Granted
that time when I had issues getting her hair even, so I had to keep trimming
more and more of it, might have ended with slightly more than an inch being cut
off. But I don’t think that just because
someone cuts four inches off your hair ONE TIME that you should hold that against
him for the rest of his life!
Still,
for some stupid reason that I cannot fathom, she keeps asking me to cut her
hair. I relish the challenge to one day
give her the perfect haircut. I long for
just one time, when she’ll look at it and tell me that I did a good job. Besides, these haircuts happen with her
mostly naked, so there is no way I’m passing up the opportunity!
