I told you I was going to be transparent with this blog, so transparent I will be. My wife doesn’t like when I leave the ice cube trays empty. If there’s one pet peeve she has, it’s when I use up all the ice and don’t take a few minutes to fill up the trays with water and put them back in the freezer. I can offer up no excuse as to why I don’t, I just don’t. I do however always leave the toilet seat down – but that’s perhaps another post.
So, I’m cutting my hair yesterday. I start off doing the top and sides and I peek out the bathroom window as my wife is doing some gardening (7 minutes after the ice tray incident) to let her know that I’m cutting my hair. A few minutes later she meets me in the bathroom to offer up the final fade/trim in the back that she always does. I had the No. 4 guard off the clippers because I had been doing some trimming right before she came in.
At this time, she’s moving fast. The plants in the backyard and the empty ice tray are on her mind as she picks up the clippers with no guard to start the fade. One run up the back is all it took and I knew. She knew. I now had a huge bald patch on the back of my head. She was laughing hysterically as I was yelling obscenities.
She had the gall to say “You can’t get mad, this is blogging gold!” I didn’t know what to say. I knew I was too white to shave it all off – that was clear. I also knew I didn’t want her to take up the rest of the fade that short because I’d look like Corp. Eric Burgess from the 24th Infantry in Afghanistan. So, we decided to leave it. Being the nice guy I am, I still thanked her to which she fired back in a diabolical way as she left – “No, thank you!”










