(snippety - snip!)

Since Randy and I were first married, I have cut his hair.  No, this is not something I'm proud of, but he has not been picky.  He could have looked like Clark Kent all these years, but no.   With the $ we'd save on hair cuts, he would sacrifice.  What a guy! 

I also remember his sister Diane (beauty school graduate) coming over and teaching me all I needed to know about guy's haircuts.  The kitchen floor in the house on Juniper Street was the setting - even before kids.

Lately my friend has been calling me to trim her bangs and to cut her husband's hair.  I don't mind about the bangs, I just pretend I know what I'm doing (snippety snip!)  But I'm a little fearful about becoming her husbands hairdresser, since the last time I cut it, he kind of looked like Randy and I wasn't sure he wanted to look like Randy.

Some day I intend to write  up a detailed description of my one fabulous hair cutting technique, in hopes that if my friend continues to ask me, I'll be able to teach her how to fish cut, so she can provide.  But it also occurs to me that Diane must have felt the same way, so many years ago.   That's when she sat me down and taught me how to fish cut.