
Head shaving day. March of 2008.

Now. (from left to right, Jenny, me, Wendy)
(So, as Aurora mentioned this weekend, all of the people who donated to St. Baldrick's should know that they're getting they're money's worth. It's not like we just shaved our heads and are now back to free and easy hair care. We're now going through that uncomfortable stage of 'growing it out'. Which, in my opinion at least, is less fun than actually being bald.
Because there's no bed head when you're bald. -Wendy)
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