A Haircut

Last month before we left for the family reunion (about which I will someday blog, once Bags sends me the compilation of everyone's photos), I cut Jim's hair.  His last haircut?  Nine months prior.  The secret to such haircut longevity?  Very slow-growing hair and periodic self-cuts around the ears (which result in more of a mullet look). 

I get so little practice cutting his hair that every time feels like the first time.  Nonetheless, I think this was my best work.  Unwilling photo subject:

No, this is not blog-worthy.  But one must blog about something while waiting for one's super-busy sister to send photos from one's Idaho trip, since one was incapable of dealing with the organization of all the photos taken by one and one's family during said Idaho trip and must therefore rely on one's sister to do the dirty work.