I donned my hairscuttin’ shears wood Bow Tie o’ the Day, and Suzanne and I zoomed off to our hairs appointments with Miss Tiffany—the craftswoman who is in charge of our manes. Suzanne just needed a quick trim, but you can clearly see I was in the mood for a bigly change. Miss Tiffany is always happy to oblige my hair ideas. Suzanne is not a bigly fan of my rare adventures in baldness. She prefers my asymmetrical styles o’ longer hair. Before we went to visit Miss Tiffany, I was thoughtful enough to warn Suzanne of the drastic hairstyle change I intended to make, and she said she would kindly endure my head hairs being shaved as long as it’s a strictly temporary hairdo. Suzanne has to look the other way—both literally and figuratively—somewhat regularly when it comes to my hairs and fashion style choices. She’s a very good sport, if you ask me.