Hair

I got a wild hare (do I crack myself up or what) and decided I’d try to chronicle the whole process of growing out my mane. This isn’t day one. In fact, it’s day 40 or something. I CAN’T KEEP TRACK OF EVERYTHING FOR YOU, MOM.

(That was a joke, Mom. Call me later and we’ll talk about shirtless George Clooney.)

But we’ll just call this day one for the purposes of simplicity. Swoopy day one.

Is anybody else going through this process? Share a link in the comments.