Ten days ago, I posted a picture of the sprouts on my head, along with a picture of grass I grew for my cat.
Here is the progress we've both made in just ten days.
Yes, I drew an eye on the grass container, just in case you didn't get my subtle analogy.
Almost looks like hair, doesn't it? (Me, I mean, not the grass.) It doesn't feel like hair - it feels like that synthetic fuzzy stuff inside a pillow when your dog rips it up and spreads it all over the living room.
As soon as I can dye hair without dying scalp, off come the scarves. I'd rather be bald then grey.
I really should put on makeup before I share pictures. But, cancer isn't pretty.
You know what else isn't pretty? The barf my cat pukes up after eating some of that grass.
I'll spare you a picture of that.
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