I like cutting the boys hair. They have never gone to a barbershop or hair salon. Of course we aren’t alone. Perhaps you have never gone to one either. If we had kept all the hair that landed on the floor, we could cover a whole Mack truck with fur. I suppose we’ve saved a truckload of mullah too.
Now I wish Carl would let me cut his hair. He used to let me but now he is letting the whole deal grow long. Of course I love him anyway but I miss cutting his hair. He used to shave it twice a year. I helped with that too. It’s funny. Both Luke and Kyle want short hair. The 60’s have come and gone.
I’ve tried to cut my own hair with varying degrees of success. When it was longer I asked Carl if he would trim it. He said he would do as good a job as I did cutting the grass. That ended that.
Carl and I got together about 30 years ago. Soon after, Carl shaved his head to make sure I loved him for who he was, not for the way he looked. His ex-wife wouldn’t talk to him for a few weeks when he would shave it and he wasn’t happy about that. Well it didn’t make any difference to me. In fact I decided to shave mine too for the experience. My hair was very long and I thought that the only reason I have it is for vanity. After the sunburn I got I soon found there were other reasons! But I digress.
Now perhaps Carl is letting it get so long to test me. Hmmm…. Do I love him with long hair? Yeh. But I sure would like to cut it.
