A Stalker Cut My Hair

I was walking home from work, when some guy who had been stalking me through my blog ran up behind me with a pair of scissors, snipped off a long piece of my hair, and ran away. It was a shocking moment, you had to be there, well....maybe you were if you're that stupid stalker guy. Anyways, I ran into work and called the police. Amazingly, our local keystone cops tracked this guy down.......
and took him straight to gullible.....
which is where you are if you believe this story.

The real reason I cut my hair is because it was long overdue. Dry, too long & heavy, lacking any real sense of style.
Cute Hubby: "Are you sure you want to cut your hair before work?"
Me: (calling cheerfully) "I know what I'm doing."
An hour and a half later:
Me: "Could you come up here and trim up the back for me? I can't reach."
Cute Hubby: "Don't make me do this! I don't know anything about hair. (snipping away) "Oh my g*d! I just snipped off a HUGE chunk in the middle! (crying like a little girl) I can't do this"
Me: (because I'm just that mean) "Stop crying and keep cutting, you're doing fine."

It just needs to be evened out a little in the back, not much.