will WE play in Peoria?

Bill has completely lost it.

                He hasn’t had his hair cut since before we moved. So, the last time scissors touched his locks was September 30 or so. He has completely given up on finding a place to go get his hair cut, because he doesn’t want to have to ask for a haircut in French.

            Today, he found his solution. At Carrefour. He bought a razor. For his hair.

            Right now, I can hear the bbbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz coming from our bathroom upstairs. I’m sort of afraid to look.

            Sure, there are plenty of people who cut their own hair at home. How else do you explain the phenomenon of the Flowbee? I’m not one of those people. I remember as a kid, sitting on the toilet in my grandmother’s itsy bitsy bathroom with pink hair roller tape on my bangs to mark a straight line. (it didn’t work) I trimmed Kaitlyn’s bangs a couple of months ago. I didn’t have any pink tape, I had to wing it. They are still crooked. I gave up on fixing them for fear she’d end up like Betty in “Father Knows Best.”

               BZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ. Bill has a lot of hair to trim up there.

            My concerns are not even touching on the fact that there will now be little gray hairs in our bathroom for weeks to come. I hope he’s keeping it away from my toothbrush.

            Ok, I just went to check. Man, there is one big pile of hair on the bathroom floor. I was recruited to help trim the back of Bill’s hair. I think I got it even. I don’t think he’ll mind the little “M” I carved into his neck. (just kidding, Bill!)

            Ah, Saturday night in France. C’est la vie!

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