A Hairy Situation
I get home from work yesterday and my boys are lounging on the couch. I can tell immediately that something is off.
Me: Did you get a haircut?
Brent: It’s a funny story –
Me: Funny how? I’ve never seen your hair this short. What happened?
Brent: You know how my mom got me those clippers a few years ago? I finally decided to give myself a haircut.
Me: What the fuck, Brent? Who gives themselves a haircut?
Brent: I was amping myself up for it all morning! Come on it’s not that –
Me: And who gives themselves a haircut six weeks before their wedding?
Brent: Ooooh, right. The wedding.
Me: Right. The wedding. Only the most photographed day of your life. And you’ll be forever remembered as Mr. Clean.
Brent: Come on, it’s not that bad.
Me: You’re right, it’ll grow out in six weeks.
Brent: Well, I had planned on getting my hair cut two weeks before the wedding. So –
Me: So, no haircuts until after the honeymoon.
This is why boys aren't in charge of wedding planning.