Shave it, or save it?
That’s the question right now. I vowed years ago that if someone I loved ever told me I was going bald, I’d take it all off. Grow out a goatee (or Tim Howard beard) and go chrome-dome on everyone’s ass.
Today, I’m at Tammie’s place, at The Graying Chronicles.
Tammie’s blog is a wonderful look at life from early parenthood. I might be past the graying chapter and into the faltering-eyesight and thinning hair act. But in a graceful way. I can still rock a pair of cargos and a v-neck shirt.
I’m at Tammie’s place today for a little techno-talk.
It’s a ways down the line for her. At least 17,000 gray hairs away. My guest post is about the time your kids’ technology takes the jump from Leapfrog to smartphone, from Vtech to high tech. And dad gets brought along, kicking and screaming. And turning gray.
Or shaving it all.
I haven’t decided yet.
I’d bet my hair on it.