Yesterday morning the Hubs leaves for his haircut. No big deal, he goes to one of the "quick, no appointment" joints that I will never set foot in.
(Not Great Clips, I have begged and pleaded for him to NEVER go there again. His hairline quickly vanishes and they leave crazy amounts of neck hair. Not cool, Great Clips, not cool.)
So he is now going to what I call "a step above Great Clips". Still a quick, cheap haircut.
So I'm at home, outside with Ella and Jack and I get this text.
First, I LOVE that she offered to clean up the brows. I've done that for him once and while I may have gone a little overboard, they look much better with a good ole trim.
Second, I couldn't wait to see the newly waxed brows of my man. I was dying with anticipation. I may have had this image in my head for a minute of two though...
Third, it was only $10. If my brow wax was $10 I'd be jumping for joy.
Finally, I love that he knows the pain we girls go through all in the name of beauty.
He went to Home Depot after the haircut and it seemed like HOURS to me. I called and begged for a photo. I mean, I had already sent a copy of that text to his Mom, Sister and two Brother's and their respect girlfriends, I needed a photo! They needed a photo.
He flat out refused to hand over such thing. "I knew you would be sending it to everyone so no."
Dang.
He knows me all too well.
His turned out great by the way. They are still quite "manly" but minus the crazy randoms. I've already told him if he won't get the strays waxed in the future, then I will pluck them for him because I loved the result that much. We don't want this...
Babe - if you get to this point when we are older, I will have them come to our Assisted Living condo on the beach and wax you.
Happy wife = happy life!





































