I'm gonna catch it for this for a LONG time.

So, I might as well let all of y'all in on what happened. Because even if you never, ever see evidence of "the event", you will most likely at some point hear a comment that will refer directly back to "the event". Besides, if this had happened on t.v., it would have been hilarious.

Alright. Wee bit of back info needed for clarification. Jmk buzzes his own hair with the clippers. Does it every 2-3 weeks, and uses a guard on the clippers that keeps his hair super short. After he finishes cutting his hair in the shower, he takes the guard off, and I'll take the clippers and clean up the hairline at his neck.

Okay. So, that's our routine.

And then came yesterday morning.

::groan::

So, I'm running a bit later than normal, and am hurriedly trying to get makeup on and do something with my hair that is in desperate need of a cut! Right - you know that feeling, yes? Jmk is cutting his hair, and opens the shower door, takes the guard off the clippers, and hands it to me. I start with his hairline. My mind is sort of on a million different things, but I've done this so many times, so it's okay. I start at his right ear, and go all the way across. The line is nice and straight and makes my OCD tendencies very happy.

I get all the way across the back of his head, and notice a little tuft of hair that was still too long. He had missed this tiny bit of hair earlier.

::groan::

So I flip the clippers over and run the clippers up thru that part of his hair.

The clippers that do NOT have the guard on them.

No. Guard. On. The. Clippers.

Y'all - I smooth shaved a hunk of hair out of my husband's head.

.......... let me know when you are finished laughing at the inSANity of what I just told you, and I'll continue.


Mmhmmm. You guessed what had to happen next. Jmk had to shave it all off! I caused my husband to have to cueball himself because of my wandering mommy brain.

Yepper. Gone. No hair on top of his head a'tall.

Oh, boy, did I cry. It didn't matter that he still looks so cute (his hair was really short anyway, so this wasn't the most enormous change, but STILL). It didn't matter that he has been wanting to do this, but I just wasn't ready or willing for him to shave his head. It didn't matter that his big blue eyes just pop. I was devastated and absolutely HORRified at what I had done. Horrified. I mean, it was an AWful feeling.

But this is where the t.v. sitcom ends. You'd expect fireworks now, right? Nope - What was so amazing is how SWEET he was. Didn't get mad. Didn't hardly check up. Told me it was FINE, don't worry, don't cry - and then just took those clippers and shaved the rest of his head. Then he hugged ME to make ME feel better. I kid you NOT!!!

Ahhhh - Sunday Morning at the Zoo. Never a dull moment!!! Just don't give me clippers!!!


p.s. - GaGa made Poodle the most amazing jewelry box, and I'm working on posting pictures of that. I just needed to post this story first, so that I can cover it up as quickly as possible! Ha!