It's that time again. The coldest part of winter is upon us, so it's time for the hair to go away. This is a regular event for those who know me, so it shouldn't be much of a surprise by now. It's also to commiserate with the Rabbit who'll be losing his hair once again, too. Albeit for much different reasons of course. The Badger has also indicated that he'll be sporting the chrome-dome also. Apparently us Minnesotan boys aren't glow-in-the-dark white enough. Imagine the blinding power if the three of us were to moon a victim with our pasty-white asses and shiny heads. Good thing there aren't any scheduled trips to the beach any time soon.
Last time, I had a little fun with the pre-bald look by dyeing the ol' noggin blond for a few weeks. This time around, I'll show off the ultra-baddass punk look with my new mohawk. (We'll see how long this lasts, but it's a lotta fun in the mean time.) Mira and I picked Jen up from work yesterday with my hood up. We told her I had a surprise and she guessed, "What - did you shave your head already?" To which the hood was removed and she exclaimed, "Oh God!" (I think she really likes it.)
Mira likes it too. This morning, she came to wake us up in the usual manner by letting Sid in and having him jump and snort and chew and snort more while pouncing and biting and scratching about the bed. After watching cartoons for a couple hours, she told Jen, "Come on Mom, let's wake up and go downstairs. Let's let Ryan and his funny hairdo sleep some more." Clearly, if I'm willing to wear my hair as such, I must not be getting enough sleep. Mira is so wise.