My hair is getting kinda long. Well, at least it is getting long for me. I've had so much travel lately that I am just running a little behind on getting it trimmed.
So last night I am chilling out with Denine in the living room and Erin says as she passes that I could almost rock the white man's afro. I've already been there, done that. Here is the image that popped into my head at that moment. Worse yet, I may be start forcing the word "happy" into my vocabulary more often than necessary if this continues.
Later on, Denine brought it up again and said if I had someone work with it I could have some pretty big awesome hair. I hope to go for a haircut as soon as possible.
