Well, Shauen did it again. He went out and got another not-approved-by-the-wife haircut. The guy doesn't learn! He decided Sunday after church that he couldn't wait another second to get a haircut. I had just settled down to take a nap (haven't been sleeping well) or I would have gone with him. He told me he had seen a place nearby and was just going to walk and check it out. Now there are some Westernish style places around, so I wasn't immediately suspicious. I asked him to promise to pay at least 10,000sh ($5), preferably 15,000-20,000sh ($7.50-$10). In retrospect, this should have aroused my suspicions as I now realize he carefully did not promise to do so. He instead had some carefully worded reply that placated my tired pregnant brain and tricked me into thinking all would be okay. I now have a husband whose entire head of hair has been buzzed off with a #2 clippers. Do you know how short that is?!!! I don't think it's even required to be that short in the military! He could almost be bald it's that short! He was happy because he only paid 3,000sh ($1.50). At least every thing was even this time, that's one positive thing about it. In his defense, he was going to have the guy use the longer clippers on the top of his hair, but instead of starting on the back with the short clippers, he started right on top! He also prevented the guy from shaving off his widow's peak this time as well so that was also really great! He's also excited about the possibility of forming a relationship with his barber. I have to admire him for that, I mean, we're missionaries, that's kinda what we are here to do! However, I selfishly want him to form that relationship with someone who has cut a white person's hair before! I miss my old husband and am still getting used to this stranger I wake up in bed with. He tells me it will grow. I only hope it's long enough by the time baby gets here, I don't want to remember this haircut every time I look at our firstborn's baby pictures! Not to mention the fact that yesterday we went on a date, dinner and a movie (there is one movie theater here). After the movie, as I come waddling out of the bathroom my pregnant belly leading the way, there's a woman, who looked somewhat questionable, hitting on him! Her pick-up line?! I like your hair! Now that's just insult to injury.  -Krista