Day 31-Story Time
Luckily for me, my father-in-law knew where his clippers would, so I didn't have to cut Gabe's hair using kitchen scissors. The last time I resorted to scissors, Gabe wore a hat for two months and was really, really mad.
I have no idea how, but I managed to get his hair to almost completely cooperate, cowlicks and all. I wanted to give him a sort-of Robert Downey Jr., but instead, he got a Philip Defranco.
He's a little wary of having to spend that 30 seconds a day tousling it with mousse, but I think if he ever wants to have sex again, he can get get over it.
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In that case he can definitely get over it. I grew sideburns because a girlfriend wanted me to, and I shaved them off because another girlfriend didn't like them.
I have no sympathy for the thirty seconds it takes him to do his hair. It spend nearly an hour a day on my hair and makeup. Every day.
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