(Sigh)

So. We went and got a haircut before Happy Hour today.  Being as how we've been incredibly lazy of late, I decided to patronize one of our local barber shops instead of driving all the way out to the base, which is my usual drill where the quarterly haircut is concerned.  I arrive on the scene and slide into the chair immediately... no waiting whatsoever.  "Cool," thinks I.  The following conversation transpires:

She:  How do ya want it?
What I said:  "I wear it rather longish.  I like it to touch my ears on the sides.
What she heard:  "I've been recalled to active duty.  Cut accordingly."

The result:

The hair on my face is longer than most of the hair on my head.  Oh, well.  It'll grow out by Spring.

And now:  Happy Hour.  With Allman Brothers!