Goodbye locks (a back entry)

I guess this was about step 46, sandwiched between buying our camera and the early X-mas celebrations with my side of the family: cutting my hair. Really the photos tell it all. About 15 inches and a third donation to Locks of Love, I now have a short do (if you could imagine a cross between an afro and Elvis, depending on which side of the bed I wake up on). But really, it grows on me every day (get it..it grows) and it will be much better for world travel and conservation of shampoo/water.

The real reason Donny talked Brooke in to cutting off her hair.

We won't make fun of this guy, being he just donated a large sum to our nonprofit, but we'll let the picture speak for itself.