Mailman Delivers Dave a Magazine During Haircut

I’ve been complaining about how I needed a haircut since I played board games with Mike in December. You see, Leslie and I don’t like meetings very much, and scheduling a haircut is sort of like a meeting. Leslie finally decided to give me a haircut. She’s never given a haircut before, and I was fine with shaving my head if it didn’t come out right.

I always shave outside because I hate cleaning whiskers from out of the sink. Normally it’s on a Saturday, so I often exchange awkward conversations with my neighbors while they walk their dog.

Cleaning up after a haircut sounded much worse, so we headed outdoors.

Eventually we got bored and did something else. Next day I realized we never finished, so we went back outside (it got much colder). Here’s the final product: