We've tried bribery. We've begged. We've pleaded. All to no avail. After all of our years together, she's leaving us.
Yep. My family's hairstylist is retiring.
We're panicking. And it's not just me; the kids are in a tizzy, too. With the exception of a handful of occasions when our schedules didn't mesh, no one else has ever cut our hair.
Now, if you're a man reading this, you likely won't understand our dilemma. "What's the big deal?" you're thinking. But I can pretty much anticipate the thought from many women: "Oh, you poor girl. I feel for you!"