New Do!

You know how sometimes getting a haircut can be so peripheral to life’s big details? And so because it is peripheral, and dealing with the eroded backyard or the dog who smells like a pina colada or the mounds of work takes all your time, you don’t get it cut?

And then one day you wake up and realize that you can wear pigtails*, only you haven’t done that since you were two years old?

Those are the days when the haircut suddenly seems not so peripheral. Amy and I both look a lot better now. See?

We’ve spent a lot of time over the past two days saying things like, “You’re so cute!”, “No, you’re so cute!” and “I just love your/my/our new haircut(s)!” And yes, we are that disgustingly cute with each other.

* She went out in public like that. I said to her, “You’re not wearing that out of the house, are you?” which is automatic relationship-speak for “Don’t wear those out of the house” and which automatically invokes a response of “So what if I do?” Fortunately, people in my neighborhood dress in a wide variety of ways, and have an even wider variety of interesting hairdos, so no one stared.