Did You Get a Haircut?

I went away for the weekend. As usual, it was fabulous. When I returned home to my loving family my husband told me the many accomplishments he had ticked off the list while I was gone. Deck fortification, sprinkler maintenance, feeding of children – that sort of thing. He also attended to some personal grooming, but he didn’t mention this – not right away.

15 hours after my return he said, “I will have you know I got a haircut this weekend.”

He’d been saving this. And he had a right. It was no ordinary haircut. He’d gone from fairly long and curly back to close cropped. And I hadn’t noticed. He had me.

“I see now,” I said. “Sorry, Babe. It looks good. Really.”

He nodded, triumphant. “I want a Haircut Free Card.”