A Hairy-tale

I hadn't had a haircut in 3 months and I must say the doo was getting a bit unruly. The longer my hair got the more bald I seemed to appear. That's weird isn't it? Anyway, in the same vein, I decided that if I shaved my head I would look less bald. Now those of you that know me, know that I haven't had a different hair style since the 6th grade, that's more than 13 years of the same ol' rug. Needless to say, I was terrified to do it, so I made a goal for myself. The way I figured it, if I was thinner, I might not look so bad bald, so a few months ago I set out to lose 30 pounds. I'm now down 27 pounds since May, so I started to get nervous, but I figured I'd just get my haircut normally one last time. I thought it'd be good to consult my favorite hair stylist anyway. I'm sure a lot of you know that despite the fact that I now live about 300 miles from Lansing, I continue to drive in to my haircut. I know it's crazy, but for me Tim was like a great doctor... of hair. I just didn't trust anyone else. Just my luck, last week I was all set to see him, but he broke his finger. I'm telling you, I needed a haircut bad. I was looking a bit too much like Bevis. Anyway, to make this long hairy-tale short, I bought some clippers this evening after work, and my wife took it off. It's not so bad. I'm sure my Mom would disagree but hey, she's a Mom. Anyway, I'm glad I did it. I'll try and post a pic tomorrow.