Haircuts and Good Husbands

Boyd: So I've been telling Charlotte to write in her blog -- after all, it was her idea to create one -- but she's been "too busy" to write anything. I guess packing, sewing gifts, and chubby babies take up a lot of time.

Anyways, a few nights ago, Charlotte and I were talking and the question of how I could be a better husband came up. After a couple moments of silence, Charlotte finally responds with "you can be a better gift-giver." Of all the things Charlotte could have said: less jokes, less play fighting, or just less amazing singing, she decided to choose better gifts. After the initial punch in the face -- since I thought I gave good gifts -- I asked her to elaborate a bit.

To my utter surprise, she doesn't like it when I give gifts that she actually wants. Ok, that may not be totally true. Apparently, she doesn't like it when I ask her what she wants. She wants me to get gifts that "I want to give her," not what she tells me she wants. Now, this is totally fine by me... but isn't that kind of weird? If I was a horrible person with big dreams of even bigger HDTVs and blu-ray players, me being a "better gift-giver" could totally be misconstrued. However, unfortunately I understood her quite clearly.

So, with our 2 year anniversary coming up (are you proud that I remembered... cause I am), I knew I needed to get her a gift. But with her comment, I could not just get her any normal gift, now it had to be an amazing gift. So, after losing some sleep, I finally came up with an idea. I could give her a new haircut/hairdo. But instead of her picking it out, I would choose it. I decided that I would just schedule an appointment, find and print a picture of the hairstyle that I liked, and send Charlotte with strict instructions that she was only to get the haircut of my choosing. When I told Charlotte of my idea, she was genuinely excited about the idea. Isn't my wife amazing... or just crazy.

Judgment day finally arrived and Charlotte had to go get her haircut. I did not show Charlotte the hairstyle that I wanted until she got in the car. Luckily, she liked it. This is the picture I gave Charlotte:


This is the final product of Charlotte's haircut:

As a result of late night talking, horribly rude comments, and the odd ideas that run through my brain, my wife is hotter than ever!