While I prefer the wild-and-wooly-wildman look, some times things just have to be done. DAMN YOU HEAT OF SUMMER. As you may recall, I am not a huge fan of the clippers and will let no other humans touch me other than mama, so hairecuts are a very interesting time. I usually allow mama a few precious moments with her safety scissors so she has to think quick, and cut quicker.
Today I allowed a little trim on my face and neck.
Admittedly I do feel a little cooler, and think I look handsome. But don’t tell her that.