I made it to the BMT clinic with hair, and now it's time to shave it off. Handfuls fall out when I simply run my fingers through it. Sayonora! Dale's graciously agreed to help and even agreed to have fun with it. Last time I said goodbye, I was too anxious, which made Miriam nervous, so this time I'm determined to enjoy the process.
Snap a before shot, then out on the back deck we go because neither of us wants to deal with the mess inside. A minute later, one side of my
Connie comes by and suggests that I wear brain squeezers, complete with flowers. Now why didn't I think of that? I wonder if any are big enough. Thanks for the giggle :-)
I'm relieved. Time to put away the hair products and implements for roughly another year and start saving a bunch of time getting ready every morning.
It's liberating.
I have to say...I'm slightly jealous that I didn't get to do this! ;)
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