I Just Can't Cut It

Hair, that is.  At least boy hair… A while back Shane and I discovered a mutual dislike for spending money on haircuts.  Last summer I  convinced him that he could save 20 bucks by becoming my new client.  Having successfully been my own stylist for years, not to mention his hair was almost as long as mine (see below), I figured it would be pretty simple.

And it was!  (minus the antlers):

And so I became Shane’s regular hair stylist. Everything was going fine until last Friday night when I decided to get experimental.  Shane was ok with being my guinea pig as long as he reserved the right to shave off all of his hair if he was dissatisfied with the product of my exploration into the world of “boy hair cuts.”  Why I preceded to chop off the majority of his hair, I will never know.  Well that’s not the complete truth – it was definitely a lot of fun at the time.  Halfway through the haircut I started getting nervous:

And afterwards, I knew it was time to get out the shaver.  My experiment had failed leaving us both with a bumpy, uneven head of hair.

Leaving us with this too hot to handle version of Shane:

Click here for a more fantastic version of the story…

Tags: hair cut, shane