So, evidently we were a little cocky in our initial evaluation of our communication skills. Oh, look at us we can read Korean, we can speak a few sentences…aren’t we cool. This is all well and good until you need to communicate something of vital importance (like, give me an IV, all of my bodily fluids are gone and I’m about to have diarrhea on the floor)…or, please TRIM my hair. My beloved has shed his most memorable attribute…
The night before…
Get a trim, I said. Don’t worry…you just need a little shape to it. (Keep in mind he hasn’t cut it since the wedding)…
After:
I’m sorry baby, what can I say…it’ll grow back.
WORST HAIRCUT EVER
Shave the chin music and throw a crucifix back on this boy and you have 1st year Mullin.