Hair

I am married to a beautiful woman. She also happens to be smart, personable, loving, charming, engaging, entrepreneurial, energetic, caring, and most importantly understanding...after all, she happens to live with a somewhat perplexing man which would happen to be me.

She also happens to have breast cancer. That in itself is quite an ordeal. Well, I'm experiencing my own side effects. How effective would a solar cell be without the sun? Well, she is my sunshine, it has been cloudy, and my batteries are a bit on the low side.

This week, she began to lose her hair. I've known this was going to happen for over a month, but it actually happened this weekend. We have "debated" the length and style of her locks for nearly four decades. My preference has always been the longer the better. Like most women her preference has always been for short, cute, and quick to style. We've normally compromised for something in between. As of today, it's gone until the Colts blow another Super Bowl opportunity.

Isn't it silly for me to fret about hair when she is fighting cancer? You can bet your sweet bippy it is. Nevertheless, I am human and my wife's hair is one of my major weaknesses.

So I'm sorry, but when I look at her tonight..all I can think of is "Cha-cha-cha-Chia"! If the stores haven't yet sold out their Christmas inventory of Chia Pets, and I paste those little seeds on her head, do you think her head will be covered faster?