Confession
Happy Tuesday.
1. I have begun using Rogaine. It’s better to be straightforward about it than hide it until it becomes an unbearable secret. Go ahead, shame me for my vanity. I’ll take those blows in exchange for a thick tuft of hair on the back of my head.
Good luck, Mike, and PLEASE keep me posted. I’ve been thinking about it for over a year now, as my head is turning into the incredible expanding scalp. If I see that it works for a real-life person that I know, I’ll be sold.
Best,
Bernie
Bernie-I will be your Guinea Pig.
I like your subversive use of the #1. It’s like you started and finished a list with just one declaration.
Mike – be careful. My friend took it for a while until he said it started making his heart hurt. Like literally…HIS HEART…HURT. Not metaphorically. It’s powerful stuff! Be carf.
Oo, good luck! Do you have to take it for the rest of your life?
Anna-Stop trying to scare me!
Bree-Yes. In some ways, this will be a fairly accurate test of which is stronger. My vanity or my ability to stick to plans.
Better use extra strength!
Dad-If this really is my Father, then I am just about the most pleased child on the planet.
Pleased child: yep really dad!
I applaud your confession.
Let’s face it. Everyone would talk behind your back once the hair filled in anyway. It is best to just Band-Aid it and call it a day.
I heard yesterday, “Hair doesn’t stay on a busy head.” Tell that to people who give you crap. Then, when they look at you funny, say “That’s right. I just implied that you were lazy.”
Laura-That is brilliant!
Kelly-Nice to have you back. You disappear for so long in between visits. Where do you fly to, little bird?