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Leelo has taken to grabbing and pulling my hair all the time. Not because he's mean, but rather because it's at the back of my neck when he hugs me and what else is he supposed to do with his hands?
So the hair is coming off, tomorrow afternoon. It's a good thing. If brushed, my 'do makes me look like a cocker spaniel. If not, I look like Roseanna Roseannadanna. Now I just need to make a decision: I can either cave in and get a layery lame-assed mom 'do (with semi-curly, fine hair, there are few other options), or I can get yet another short bob and proudly resume flying my shroomhead flag.