THE CLASSICS: WHOOPS!

Last night I was getting ready to go out with some friends when I decided then would be a good time to trim my hair up a bit. I've cut my own hair for pretty much all of my adult life and I've grown pretty keen to my clippers. I switched between the length attachments with confidence and obsessed over the finishing touches near the neck line and behind my ears. My friends would be by within the hour to pick me up so I knew I had to move with a bit more swiftness and grace if I wanted to be showered and dressed in time to leave. One final tuft of hair near the top of the back of my head needed another once-over with the buzzing blades. bzzzzzzzzz........ and just like that it was done- I accidentally shaved off a five inch strip of hair without any attachment on the clippers at all. It was strange how in that moment of realizing what had just happened I also found myself trying to convince myself that this was a dream world I was existing in and I would soon wake up to find myself with the full head of hair that I started off the evening with. This wanting of an alternate reality vibrated in my soul for approximately 10 full seconds before saying out loud, "shit" and then laughing at myself for doing the undoable. My friends showed up and convinced me that my only real option was to shave my whole head. So now I look like one of the following things I was called for the entire rest of the night: a baby, an old man, Benjamin Button, a skinhead, Sluggo of the comic strip Nancy, a chemo patient, or Curly from the Three Stooges. The funny/sad/scary thing is; I really look like all of them. Thank goodness this stuff grows back! (fingers crossed)