Words that Sealed My Doom.

This morning started like a normal Thursday. It is the day, I drive the Death Star to the hair fixer with Miss Peggy in tow.

All was on schedule and then it happened?

“Do you think my hair is too long?”

One would think that at my age and with the number of years I have spent living with a spouse, that I would know better.

“You need a cut, color, and a perm” were the words that sealed my doom. It went downhill from there.

“You don’t like the way I look?”

“I care about how you look, I want you to look like you did when we got married.”

The trap door opened beneath my feet and I fell into the abyss. Ever since those fatal words were spoken, I have been shoveling furiously to get out of the hole. Looking at the bright side, it is sunny and a mild 53 degrees out today.