New Years Eve with a few friends...So, Kate says, "My resolution would be to get rid of those [dreadlocks]".
To which I, naturally, say, "Well then, my resolution is to keep them for the year!"
(Or was it the other way around: with Kate provoked by me? Hmmm...)
Tuesday evening (just gone) was the night of the grand chop. All 31 of the little blighters were given the chop and this shows the very last one. A great way to lose 90gms in an evening. Not much, you might say - ah, but that's when they're dry.
People keep asking why, why, why? Fair enough question, I suppose, but not one with a very succinct answer. Ask me about it sometime, if you're got a while to kill ;)So, folks, here's your final chance. Say your farewells to this guy for the last time:
4 comments:
Oh Bernie. You are a sad person like me now. What is there *really* to live for anymore?
Oh Katie. What have you done? What have you done? Oh dear.
Oh Cains: Did Phillip Jensen tell you to do it?
I like to think I'm making the world a better place...one more nice clean cut young man to help old ladies cross the road.
And it's c-a-n-e, Mike.
*breathes a sigh of relief* :P
No more fuzzy critters joined to your husband's head waiting to snuggle you, Katie. *sigh*
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