The end of the story is.....Jed is now sporting a big punk rock mohawk.

The beginning of the story goes something like this.... Earlier this spring Jed mentioned that he was thinking about getting a mohawk this summer. My response? "Excellent! I think that'll look great. Let's do it." So we made a plan....sometime during the summer, we'd get out the clippers and I would create the masterpiece. That was the plan. And it was a good plan.

But the plan went oh so wrong.

Or I missed a crucial piece of it.

Because the other night, Jed got the razor out.

I was downstairs, completely oblivious. Just watching tv and innocently eating an ice cream cone, when I felt the tiniest twinge of instinct kick in. Something was wrong. I ran upstairs, followed the light...and when I got there, my jaw dropped.

There was Jed. With the razor on the lowest possible setting -- the setting you put it on to TRIM SIDEBURNS -- not cut hair. The ridiculously low setting. The bald setting. And he had shaved off one whole side of his hair. And because he had apparently been shaving with one hand, and unable to really see what he was doing while he worked, not only was it extremely short, but there were clumps -- huge jagged clumps and spaces where it seemed he had pushed down a little too hard on the clippers, and the hair was just missing altogether....

"BUT.... WE HAD A PLAN!!!!" I yelled out, ice cream cone still in hand.

A little late for that.

There was nothing to do but take over the job and try to make the best out of what he had already started. Of course, he would have had a mohawk either way, but I like to imagine it wouldn't have been quite so....frightening if I had had my way with the clippers from the start. But with Jed, that's how things go. He keeps life exciting and unexpected, even when you think it's just an ordinary hair day.

So back to the end....Jed is now sporting a big, sweet, gelled up mohawk, and may be until the end of summer when he goes back to work at the high school where he teaches.

And it's pretty hilarious.

Except that now when I get up in the morning, I have to do my hair....and Jed's. I never would have imagined he'd be so happy to plop himself down on a stool in the bathroom and endure the pulling and yanking and blow-drying and the application of product upon product upon product that I have to go through to get his hair to stand up like it does....but he is.

So for those of you who haven't had the pleasure of seeing him yet....here he is -- my very cute punked out husband and his new prized possession: the 'hawk. :)