Hair

Been a problem for almost forty years, now.  In high school it started coming out in clumps every morning in the shower, skeins of it. 

Of late have tried shaving the whole head and succeeded only in frightening my grandson.  Tried shaving just the pate but the glare caused casual passersby to shield their eyes and reel off to the side. 

Since November past Herself has been saying "Just give it a couple more weeks. C'mon!  It's so close to being, uh, manageable"  It's pitiful.

I'd have to call it a Don King Starter Kit on the top; Pauley Walnuts flourishes on the sides. 

I hear anybody say something about a Bad Hair Day, fur's gonna fly.