Lesson learned.

Dear hubby,

This morning you had training for work.

While you were gone I took a shower long hot shower.

During my shower I heard a knock at the door.

So I hopped out and wrapped my hair up and wrapped my self up with our soft towels.

I peaked out the window and could only see a small portion of what seemed to be your brown and white striped shirt.

"He must of forgoton his key" I thought

So I whipped the door open only to find that it was not you but our up-stairs neighbor.

It took a sec to register the fact that

A. Who was this person at our door

B. It defiantly wasn't you

and C. I was in a towel and I'm standing here like an idiot.

I was so embarrassed.

I screamed, shut the door quickly annnnd accidently squished Arties neck in the door.

oops.

I hid in our bedroom till you came home.

I will never ever ever open our front door in a towel (or scantily clad) again.

Lesson learned.

Love wifey

Snip snip!

Dear husband,

A simple request by you penetrated fear and anxiety deep into my sole.

Remember that request?

Well if you have forgotten- I'll remind you.

It went a little something like this.

"Future wife, my hair is getting a little to long. I want YOU to learn to cut it so we don't have to waste money at the barber"

I denied the request for as long as humanly possible- and then a few days later I found myself hovered over your head with a pair of scissors in one hand and a comb in the other nervous for the possible outcome.

But alas! I was not alone.

For there was someone patient enough to guide me and show me the tricks of the trade to cutting your hair!

And for that, you should thank her. {it was your mom by the way}

In the end..

Cutting your hair wasn't as bad or as hard as I thought!

Hope those extremely short/baldish areas grow out asap!!

needless to say- it was a great experience! and I'll be happy to cut your hair for the rest of me life!

And we'll save some cash-o-la!

Love your personal barber