Guess who cut my hair? My husband!

After a bout with the flu (H1N1????)  and months of no haircuts, I flipped my wig and begged my honey to try and cut my hair.  Since he is a saint, he gave it a try!  I am so pleased with it!  He had Jassy help eyeball it in the beginning, but then just went wild!  Dang, I love this guy.  By the way, he knows nothing about hair other than it grows on heads and various other parts.  He is brave.