Wood Tie o’ the Day joins me in celebration of a speshul, speshul, speshul day. It is currently 10:06 AM, and Miss Tiffany will be holding her scissors at her work station at Great Clips at 2 PM. I hope I’m first in line. Even my hairs are counting down the minutes. The hairs that will be chopped off are actually looking forward to laying down their hairsy lives for the greater good of all the hairs which will remain, and for all of us who have witnessed my skid row head fur grow for the past twelve months.
Suzanne is at work with her fingers crossed that I will truly go get the hairs gone and/or shaped up for public viewing. Skitter is vibrating out of sheer excitement at the prospect of once again seeing my head with “real” hairs. She’s not just vibrating because it’s her normal mode. Today, we’re all about the hairs.
TMS treatment #35 down, 1 to go.