Painful reminders.
When you lose your hair, it sometimes leaves stragglers, little reminders of “this is where your hairline OUGHT to be”. I haven’t had one of those ina while, but the other day I noticed a thin wisp of hair, a clump of two or three fine hairs, fully two inches down from my current hairline.
Thanks, Mother Nature.
Bitch.
I call those single hairs – orphans, because all their family and friends have abandoned them.
Kelly and I kicked her ass for you out at Barnwell Mountain (Google it)this weekend.
Kelly’s turned out to be a natural at rock crawling.
I have one that occasionally grows from the exact center of my forehead. I plan to try adding enough hair spray on it to convince people that I’m part unicorn.