Feeling Adventurous

I am Cheap.

So much so that I am willing to put my hair on the line.

It's not so much that a hair cut is super expensive, but during this Christmas season I would much rather spend my money on something else.

I have been begging Stephen for the last month to cut my hair.  He has been very reluctant.

Last night was Stephen's first try as a "hair cutter person".

He hesitantly raised the scissors to my head and asked how much to cut.

I said, "I want to cut off an inch, so just to be cautious cut a little less than an inch so when you even it out, it will be an inch."

"Um...ok," was Stephen's reply.

The scissors began to cut across my back.

Honestly, I knew what I was getting myself into.  When I was in college I was so broke.  I remember having 12 cents in my checking account once...but I never bounced a check.  Therefore, anyone who was willing to take a pair of scissors to my head I let cut my hair.

Back to Stephen...as he raised the first lock of my hair that he had cut, my eyes grew wide.  I realized right then that if I panicked, Stephen would never do anything like this again.  I calmly said, "That is actually three inches, but you're doing great!  Keep going!"

I could feel his fear begin to subside as I calmly talked him through the hair cut.

He actually did a really good job!

We both made it out alive.

My hair is now missing a little over three inches, but I'm pregnant.  It'll grow back fast.