coryandfarah

Farah doesn’t care much for my hair when it’s buzzed because she says that I don’t look like a gentleman.  Lately, I have been telling her that I want to shave my head again. It’s just that time of year, I guess, where it’s getting hot and it’s time for a change!  So she has made it quite clear that she wishes that I do not shave my head again, at least until summer when it’s hot and sensible to do so, but being the defiant, bad boy that I am, while she was at the store yesterday afternoon, I did it anyway!  I shaved my head!!! Sorry, Farah! :) And to take away some of the initial shock and a poor attempt at making light of a hairy situation, I stuffed my fallen hair into a plastic bag, attached to it an apologetic note and hung it on the doorknob. She came home to the bag of hair and the ‘Please don’t be mad at me’ note and laughed but then frowned when she saw my head. But it’s okay! We laughed together and I think that she’ll forgive me in time, you know, as my hair grows back!