So I woke up today and decided I’d had enough of my '70s hairstyle. Safety-pinned a sheet about myself, sat out in the garage, handed my wife my electric beard trimmer (with various length guides), and told her to mow away. Results?:
- She has no future as a paid stylist.
- I’ve discovered yet another benefit of home isolation.
- I am glad I have Razorback caps (for those weekly shopping trips).
But the New 'Do is so much easier to deal with.