I got busy and let the chaos* of the weekend give me an excuse to chicken out.
A friend did it though. And she sits beside me all day. Courageous bald head mocking me. Maybe I can hang onto that and take the plunge this evening…
Yeah, I’d be a late adopter. But better late than never, right?
To shave or not to shave, that is the question.
*birthday party/the after-party for the adults/extra kid all day Sunday until late. (His mom had to work late. She’s an RN, it happens. Particularly when you have 15-year-olds in the maternity ward.)