In his ongoing efforts to keep me on my toes and obeying his
So for the first time in three years, I'm growing it out. At least until he gets tired of it and wants me to change back.
He said I should still keep it neatly trimmed, so yesterday I spent a good long time on my back on the settee plucking any unruly hairs from the edges with a pair of pliers. It was kind of entertaining, actually, and the needlenose pliers seemed to work even better than tweezers, which isn't saying much for the tweezers we have.