Last night theHansMan (pronounced HansMAAHN) and I attended a Lions Club Banquet. It was the first time in several weeks that I was wearing something other than fleece, flannel, terrycloth, and barefeet.
I had even gone to the trouble to have the "flip" cut off my neckline that had been antagonizing me every time I looked into the mirror. The 'hair cut' was noticeable because no matter how much I warned the gal with the scissors, she cut my bangs too short. Reminiscent of my childhood. (See post below with collage.) During the drying process, I stretched and pulled on them hoping they would be longer but to no avail.
My war paint was applied and my body was already fussing as the non-elastic waistband cut into my flesh.
As we drove down the driveway, I asked theHansMan if he liked my hair.
Here's the conversation:
Me: Do you like my new hair cut ?
Him: What ?
Me: Did you notice I got my hair cut ?
Him : NO.
Me: Well, I did. I got that flip cut off the neckline into this inverted U-shape.
Him: What's that ?
Me: Nevermind. Do you like the cut ?
Him: What was wrong with the flip ?
Me: There's wasn't supposed to be a flip. It looked really bad.
Him: Sweetheart, I love you no matter how bad you look.
***silence** **whack** **whack** **ow** **silence**
