Under the Scissors

For the first time in almost eight years, I got my hair cut. My long ponytail is now just a memory. I quit getting it cut as a personal protest against George Bush and his Evil Ways, vowing to not cut it until he was removed from office. George is now a distant Presidential memory, and the world is starting to look more favorably on America. Our new leader told us it was time for change, so I asked my sister-in-law to cut my locks.

Having gone for so long with long hair, it seems strange without it, but it is also a lot easier to manage, and my wife appreciates no longer having to braid my ponytail!