I am not too picky about what Craig wears. Yeah sometimes I'll tell him a shirt has to be ironed before we leave the house, but that is about the extent of my prodding.
So I was really surprised when about a month ago his appearance actually hit a nerve. HE NEEDS TO GET HIS HAIR CUT. I asked him about it a few weeks ago. My kind suggestion turned into pleading last week. This week I am threatening.
I have vowed to not wash my hair until he gets his cut. I usually wash my hair every other day, so this is not a huge deal. And I actually hate washing and blow drying my hair. That said, my hair last saw shampoo on Saturday night.
I have plenty of tricks to keep it from repulsing the real world--headbands, hats, ponytails.
I will keep you updated on this rather gross, but hopefully effective, experiment.
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