So I am sewing along, finishing up a sample for my Machine Quilting class tonight, when I had the feeling to check on Mark. I knew he was sleeping, so I thought--I'll go check on him as soon as I finish this up. Within 3 minutes I was finished. I set the quilt square with my other things and walked back to Mark's bedroom. He wasn't in there anymore. I looked in the bathroom and there he was bending over the garbage can. I asked him what he was doing, "nothing" of course. But then it registered in my brain that he looked different and he was holding scissors. Sure enough, a chopping to the bangs and beyond.
He didn't really like what had happened once I showed him in the mirror. I just cut his hair last week and had a hard enough time cutting his long blonde hair. I think I was more sad than he (trying to play it off as angry) that I now had to shave off all of his beautiful blonde. I should have LISTENED faster!












