The Holtonian

Even bald men have fun

One thing hard about being married, you lose complete control over how you look. No more black belts with brown shoes, no more hawain shirts with plaid pants, no more socks with sandals, and no more wearing my underwear on my head. One thing I lamented to by good friend the Crabbinator the other week was I would never again be able to shave my head. Shaving my head two years ago was one of the most freeing things I ever did. I did it on a bet at camp, I bet the kids I lived with that if they were good for one day (these were the worst kids ever) that I'd give them a surprise... they were good their treat was me shaving my head. No shampoo, no combing, and fast cool off. Well I live the dream yet again...I have gained freedom...

How you ask? Did I get enough guts to stand up to my wife? Not bloodly likely... No it was more a mistake. I was cutting my hair that was annoyingly long when I asked my wife to come in and trim the back and burns a bit. Well she assumed the guard was on... she was wrong. She took care of my side burn... a little too much. Before I knew what she was doing... I had a bald spot on the side of my head. IF you've seen that commercial for the digital camera where the guy shaves the eyebrow of his friend b/c his friend shaved his head, it was like that, only I didn't go after wifey. I cried, then wifey cried, then Hunt laughed... he's such a little trooper. Actually I laughed so hard and wifey laughed and cried at the same time. So if you see me on the street stop, say hi, rub the head for luck.
Its going to be odd at work going from hairy to baldy. I'll have to tell the story a million times... oh well it was worth it. I'm going to count this as losing weight. WHA HOO I lost weight!!! Well i got to go put some vaseline on my head, don't want it gettin all chapped up on me.