You know when you get that urge to pick up the scissors and just snip?  Trim something that is sticking out just a little bit?

I wanted to trim the fringe on my forehead.  Had a brand new hairdressers scissors too.  It looked okay, but the sides were not matched, so I trimmed them too.  But they were uneven. *sigh*

The crown was heavy, snip snip.  The back by the edge of the neckline was bushy.  snip, snip. oops.

I couldn’t reach back there and had to rely on my outstretched fingers.

Hubs came looking for me. Two hours had passed.  Red hair was all over me, the floor, the bathroom sink.

“What the…”

He grabbed the scissors out of myhand.  His face said it all.

“Can you check the back honey?”  I whimpered.

Long silence.

“Uh…you have a hole here…and here.”

fade to black.