One More on the Wagon

I was about a month past due to get a haircut. The only time I get to myself is early morning or after everyone goes to bed (which is the early morning so I'm being redundant).

There are no barbershops open at this time.

Yesterday I got home from work, went upstairs, and put the smallest guard on the clippers we have for my sons haircuts (he's terrified of them and other than some minor trimming on my hair, haven't been used) and proceeded to give myself a buzzcut.

My haircut now looks like the Difsters, except I have a moustache and a patch on my chin (nothing faggy, kinda like one John Wayne had in one of his older black and white Westerns).