Brooke has made me grow out my hair. I haven’t cut it short since last August, and to be frank I’m starting to look a little scary.
The other day I noticed this picture of Brother Brigham and thought that at least I could claim I was trying to look like him instead of becoming a “long haired hippie.”
But then I realized that I might end up taking this a little too far and start looking like this:
So, for now, I’m just going to wait until Brooke gives me permission to go to the barber shop (but maybe the beard would look cool…)