business in the front, party in the back.

matt needed a haircut.

so i started.

then he said, "let's just shave it off!"

so we started.

then the razor died. 

we charged it for 5 minutes. 

died again.

we went to bed, hoping it would charge overnight and wasn't broken (matt had to go to school the next day).

it worked in the morning, but it meant that i got an evening of a mullet-head husband.

pictures don't do this thing justice.