I reached up to scratch my head and came out with a handful of hair. Every time I grabbed a handful of hair, it came out.
John and I have been going back and forth for many years about him wanting to shave the goats, shave the cat and shave little Sammie's legs. I've been telling him no and he keeps asking.
Now that my hair is falling out, I thought I would try to make up for all of those years of stopping him from shaving our critters. I told him he could shave my head when my hair starts falling out. Well, that time has come.
He was very excited about this, he started answering his phone with "She said I could shave her head"! He told everyone he knows.
Look what he did to me:
I'm relieved that the Mohawk fell off the next day. He took another picture of me and I looked like Travis Bickle from Taxi Driver...I deleted that picture, way too weird.
Everyone says I look good bald, I think they're just being nice. My ears and neck are now freezing cold all of the time.
Now that I have an empty billboard on the back of my head, we were thinking about giving it a bit of pizzazz.
Maybe a giant eyeball, Charlie Brown's face, an 8-ball, or that Rolling Stones tongue album cover, or even Mr. Bill!
I know cancer is a very serious thing, but there's no reason why we can't put some levity in the situation.
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