Archive for October, 2011

Slasher flick of a different kind

October 11, 2011 Leave a comment

And I forgot to add in my last post: as you know, I’ve been having issues finding a quality haircut that the wife approves of. I have a business meeting with clients tomorrow and haven’t had a haircut in a very long time. since today is a travel day and yesterday was a stat, I planned to get it cut Saturday. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.

One of the ideas we toyed with was to get the wife to try cutting it. My mother, who can cut hair, gave her a quick tutorial in August (which I think was the last time it was cut). But yesterday would have been a bad day for the wife to try cutting my hair for the first time as there is no time to get it fixed anywhere before the meeting.

In the end, I asked her to just trim the scruff off the back of my neck so I didn’t look like I hadn’t had a haircut in two months.

At first she was scared. She very tentatively took stabs with the shaver. But then she got comfortable and she progressed to “just let me get this bit too”, “now let me get this bit over the ears”, and finally ending in her grabbing the scissors and actually cutting hair!

Thankfully, She didnt get too carried away. And she thinks she did a better job than the professionals.

I cannot confirm or deny this as it’s the back of my head. I’ll just have to take her word for it. The sides look fine so I’m sure the back is stellar as well. I just won’t turn my back to the other attendees.

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Another reason to love my wife

October 11, 2011 Leave a comment

I am on my way to Montreal as I type this – technically I’m on my way to Dorval. Normally, I would drive and claim mileage but the good wife suggested I look into taking a train. So I did.

The business class ticket was cheaper than claiming mileage and I can spend the time playing on my iPad: either playing games, listening to music or writing a blog, for example.

God bless VIA Rail and my wife.

The only downside is that business class is the front train so if we crash, we’ll die first. I hope I’m not in the restroom.