Last night I hugged Ben in the kitchen.
He playfully picked up the Wüsthof knife
(ahem, thank you to Ords & Becksteads) off the counter.
He teased & said,
"Should I cut off your hair?"
I smiled. He teasingly made straining cutting sounds. I smiled & turned around.
He wasn't teasing.
He chopped off a good 3 inches of split-ends.
???
Oh well, I've been wanting to cut my hair anyway.
But it's going to be a lot more than 3 inches...
He playfully picked up the Wüsthof knife
(ahem, thank you to Ords & Becksteads) off the counter.
He teased & said,
"Should I cut off your hair?"
I smiled. He teasingly made straining cutting sounds. I smiled & turned around.
He wasn't teasing.
He chopped off a good 3 inches of split-ends.
???
Oh well, I've been wanting to cut my hair anyway.
But it's going to be a lot more than 3 inches...
6 comments:
Are you serious? Really did he cut off your hair? I didn't notice today! What?
Good job Benjamin!... (she'd wanted me to do that with hair scissors while we were watching conference- but with all the bingo-ing and choco/pero-ing we never did.)
that is so funny. We need to get to know this guy better!
3 inches! Wow. I didn't notice either!
BEN!!!!!!!!!!
Allen cut my hair once.
ONCE.
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