I got the haircut from hell. I went from a nice messy kind of spiked hair to this:
It wasn't even that the dye job made the cut bad; the choppiness and unevenness made it cringe worthy. So after the Spouse Thingy got up and had food, we went out to the back patio, where Fix Thumper's Hair commenced.
He did this a lot when he was in Saudi...they buzzed each others' hair just because it was a hell of a lot cooler than having any.
Just one tiny hair sticking up...it already feels 1000% better. Once he got that stray hair...well, it's the shortest I've ever gone, but I like it a hell of a lot better.
He may have himself a new summer job.