Barber pole came from here
Lazy mornings. Dunkin’ Donuts. 3-hour naps. Fast-food supper. Long, hot days. Cool sea haze. Jukebox plays . . . oh, wait that’s something different.
I do love Sundays, don’t you?
But THIS Sunday is Haircut Sunday.
A year or so ago we decided to save a few bucks by cutting Dave’s hair at home. By ME cutting Dave’s hair. At first this sounded like fun, even tho I’m hardly a licensed barber. And let’s face it, Dave doesn’t exactly have an abundance of hair. So Haircut Sunday is only every other Sunday, and it’s easy and fast and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for my sweetie, but still.
I HATE Haircut Sunday.
I always forget about it and am happily involved in some frivolous Sunday morning activity (i.e., lovingly organizing my blog photos) when Dave emerges from the bedroom and says the words I’ve come to dread:
“You gonna cut my hair today?”
Sometimes he’s all whimsical and asks,
“Is the barbershop open?”
Grrr. I grudgingly drop what I’m doing, get out the tools, and set up in the kitchen.
Sometimes I have more than one customer.
I’m feeling kinda scruffy.
Take a little bit off the underbelly, please.
And a trim under the chin.
But here’s my real customer. Wow, doesn’t he look happy. Look, bub, all you have to do is sit there.
Why is Dave so unhappy?
- Because JD’s Barbershop is currently blasting “Krazy” by Pitbull?
- Because JD is currently singing along to “Krazy” by Pitbull?
- Because he’s tired of being blog fodder?
- Because he doesn’t get to play Sex Casino?
I think he’s just not awake yet, poor guy.
I get to work. Electric trimmer? Check. Attachment thingie? Check. Huge bottle of vegetable oil because I ran out of real haircutting trimmer-type oil? Check.
“Krazy” by Pitbull? CHECK!
Dayum, that’s krazy!
The haircut should take only about 4 minutes—even taking into account the tiny baby hairs I have to surreptitiously flick away from his earlobes—but I’m really getting into my “new music” playlist, so I stretch it out, shake my booty (sorry), and imagine what this would all look like as a music video.
Hey, what do you know? Haircut Sunday is fun! As long as you have good music, plenty of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, and a frozen pizza to look forward to.
And now, if you’ll excuse me, it’s time for my 3-hour nap. I think I’ve earned it.