I’ve been absent…again. As each day goes by I think I have a higher standard of what I “should” write about, or what is worth writing about.
Obviously, nothing has come up.
A few minutes ago I found myself so irrationally (maybe a little rationally) upset about something and I didn’t know what to do with it. I feel a FOOL for sitting at my desk trying not to cry about this, so I’m sure as hell not going to bring in my friends so that they can see how upset I am. I stared at a forum for a few minutes thinking, this is such a random/personal/weird thing that venting it there wouldn’t help…and then I realized – BLOG! They’ll “get” it.
And so, a haircut brings me out of hiatus.
How so? Glad you asked.
Long Board and I are getting married in 39 days. THIRTY NINE DAYS for those of you that feel the impact more when I write it out like that. For the past several months I’ve been closely tracking LB’s hair growth….how much it grows in a month, a week, what haircuts are best and determining the “perfect” length that it should be at the wedding.
You’re all bright people, so I’m sure you can guess what happened next.
Long Board went and got his hair cut today (without me) and it’s much shorter than we discussed.
Notice: we discussed.
Just this morning we talked about it in fact. He desperately needed a haircut and I was more than happy to go with him after work (we carpool these days). He said that he could just go to the Big Engineering Company barber where he works. Uh, no thanks babe. I was less than enthusiastic about him getting his hair cut there, much less without me there to oversee the process. He tried to assure me that this barber even cut women’s hair! So they MUST be qualified to cut his! I snarkily replied, “Is that why female engineers are known for their amazing hairstyles?” (Sincerest apologies to my female engineer friends!) Finally, I begged: “PLEASE, let’s just wait and get our hair cut tonight.” Still, Long Board resisted.
Finally, I caved. He told me how he was going to ask for the hair to be cut, he detailed the length he was going to request and said that he was going to request nothing that buzzes be used on the tops or sides to ensure that it wouldn’t be shorter than we wanted.
In case anyone is wondering what happens when you decide to not be a Bridezilla….I’ll fill you in: you end up with a fiance whose hair is entirely too short and only has 39 days to grow out. In other words – you’re screwed.
At the end of the day – I get it, it’s just hair. I just wanted LB to look like himself on our wedding day. To have his beautifully moppy head of hair that I know and love. When I picture Long Board at the end of the aisle, I just don’t picture him with this short cut. So is it the end of the world? Absolutely not. Will I get over it? For sure.
Could this have been avoided?
Admittedly, LB concedes that he screwed up and is trying to “fix it,” which is darned near impossible as far as I can tell. Short of making him take pre-natal vitamins (which I’m not above doing) he’s going to have short little hair on our wedding day.
On the other hand, I’ll have tons of pictures that will prove, “I told you so.”
Now that I think about it, those might come in handy over the course of a marriage….