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I am about to cut my husband's hair.
Some of you are inevitably going to comment with, "Oh, it's just hair, it's no big deal."
You ... obviously have not met my husband?
This guy cares about his hair? Even in a quarantine?
You ... obviously have not met my husband?
This guy cares about his hair? Even in a quarantine?
I mean, dear god, LOOK:
It's honestly just this perfect wave of salt and pepper fading into his skin, I am so screwed.
He just LOOKS LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, and HE JUST ASKED ME TO CUT HIS HAIR AND IT'S GOING TO BE AWFUL
UGHHHH This is what I get for marrying a Tom Ford ad.
If you hear screaming, rest assured, it's one of us?
If you hear screaming, rest assured, it's one of us?
Anyway, I'll update in an hour if he hasn't electronically filed for divorce.
Ugh. God.
Take my advice, people: marry bald men.
Ugh. God.
Take my advice, people: marry bald men.
