The Hub finally saw the extent of my haircut. He looked a little surprised. Actually, he looked like a person looks when they are surprised but are trying very hard to not look surprised. Intellectually, he understood that I was getting my hair cut. He even knows very well that if I say I am going to do something there will have to be some really bizarre unforeseen circumstance which will prevent me from doing it.

"Rob said he doesn't think I'm really going to get my hair cut that short" I said, just as conversation, while explaining what day and time I had the hair appointment.

The Hub looked up from his wood working project, "Well, that's sorta like waving a red flag in front of a bull."

Actually....

thinking back on it, I don't think that is what Rob said. I think he said he couldn't picture me with hair quite that short. But I also don't think of myself as someone who goes out and does things just to be contrary.

The Hub is just used to women - mostly his customers - asking for his opinion about things. Even after ten years he is minorly unused to having a wife who simply tells him what she is going to do. When he complains about this, I tell him it could be a lot worse : he could have a wife who tells him what he's going to do. Of course, some men like that, but that would never work with The Hub. He's the worst kind of stubborn: the polite kind. Or maybe I'm the worst kind of stubborn: the direct kind. Either way, nobody in the household is big into changing their mind once it's made up. So I aim at plenty of discussion, or at least fair warning, before actually taking a decision.

So. Anyway. He was surprised. "Well, I guess it's not going to come back now." he said. It would, of course, if I let it grow for another 4 years, but that is obviously not what he meant. He meant it was too late to paste it back onto my head. Then he brightened up. "Hey. This is like having another woman in the house. And it's okay, because she's you. It doesn't look that bad. It looks kind of nice. It's just - hey, I bet this means no more waiting to use the bathroom while you stand in there with two kinds of curling irons and spray stuff and yell 'problems with the plumage!' This kind of solves all the plumage problems, doesn't it?"

"That's the point." I said. He's right. As I said earlier, it took me forever to do anything with my hair besides just put it in a pony tail. And, in my frustration I would sometimes sort of squawlk "Ah! Problems with the plumage! I can't take it any more"

"Okay. Well. I'll get used to it."

That's the spirit!