Running With Scissors.

Tonight, The Mister is in for a surprise. When he returns from a heated day of dragon slaying doldrum, I am going to liven things up by wetting my head, draping a towel around my shoulders and requesting he cut my hair.
Yes, I -a real life Super girl- am going to entrust my hair in the hands of my scissor-wielding husband.

I have many reasons for this:
1. I am cheap.
2. How hard can it be? I just want the ends trimmed a little.
3. I don't care THAT much about my hair.
4. If it looks bad, I'll go shell out the dough to have it cut properly.
5. I like to live on the edge.

We shall see how this goes...