My wife got home an hour ago from getting her hair cut.

Short.

Now, I love long hair. Love it. I love everything about long hair (and when we were first dating her hair was down to her waist. Of course Carter was barely out of the White House then. Ahem.

Anyway, did I say I love long hair? I do. And now her hair is short, short, short. And all I can think about is putting my face in it and smelling her and running my fingers through it and kissing her neck.

But right now Harry Potter is trying to figure out how to open the Chamber of Secrets, and by the time he figures it out (and the kids go to bed)? She’ll be sound asleep.

Damn.