Barber

Tonight, the night before school starts, I decided to trim my hair so that I will look my best for the beginning of the school year. I have been cutting my own hair for years. It seems silly to pay someone else when it mostly comes down to trimming along the edges. (It still seems strange to me to be losing my hair, even though none of my family members have hair. Except my dad's cousin, who's adopted.) So, I set up a 2nd mirror in my bathroom so that I could check the back of my head. I usually start with the parts that I want the shortest (the bottom) and then work my way up, to the parts that I want longest. Well, I didn't follow my usual pattern. And because I was thinking about school, I forgot to put any extension on the trimmer. I made at least three good swipes at the back of my head before I realized that I was meeting more resistance than expected. And more hair was falling than there should have been. I stopped and saw this in the mirror:
Thank goodness Christie was still awake, because I would have woken her up. She had a tough time fixing my mistake because she was giggling so much.