OOPS!

First, let me say this was totally NOT MY FAULT! I did however learn a very powerful lesson. Always pay attention to what you are doing.

It's Sunday morning and we're getting ready to leave for church. Charles is in the bathroom triming his hair. I glance in as I walk by and tell him he ought to go ahead and shave it off. Now he's done that once before which is another story. He tells me I don't think so. Besides it leaves bumps on his head.

I head off to check my mail while I'm waiting for him to finish his hair. I'm replying to a poem Gramps sent me when Charles hollers at me to come trim the back of his head. I hurry into the bathroom all the while thinking about the poem Gramps wrote to his wife for their anniversary. He hands me the clippers, I look down and see gray fuzz and one swipe......OH MY GOSH!!!



I catch my breath, my eyes get big and I see this swipe going up the back of his head. With a deep sigh he hollers out "What in the world did you do? I can only stare in disbelief before I reply back "It's not my fault. I didn't know you had taken the guard off. You told me to trim the back of your head." He reaches around to feel this rough, bald spot on the back of his head. I bust out laughing so hard the tears are running. He tells me to fix it. Like what do you want me to do....pick the hair up out of the sink and super glue it back on?

I can't stop laughing. I text the boys about it and sent them a picture and of course they think it's hilarious. Eric wanted to know if I was still alive. He told his dad not to let it bother him to bad besides it's not like he he had much hair at it was. Joe told him that's what he got for letting Mom cut his hair. My sister didn't help matters either calling me laughing so hard she can hardly talk. He says he can't leave the house looking like this. He has no choice now but to go ahead and...

Shave his head!

We finally get to church and of course you can't help but notice his bald head. I can't keep from laughing to tell what happened. He tells the guys this is the new look for the Myrtle Beach trip. Like they're gonna shave their heads. I don't think so.

No cursing. No beatings (although I dare him to try that one.. there is an iron skillet in the pantry). Yes, I'm still alive. No, he didn't grab the clippers and shave my head. Although I won't ask him to trim my hair just in case he decides to sneeze and accidentally take a chunk out.

He went ahead and shaved his head tonight before he left for work. It's as smooth as a newborn baby's behind. I wonder if he'll keep it that way?