Super Cut!

Megan's been gone for a couple of days now and I could tell she was nervous I'd show up in SLC at her family party still without a hair cut.
Baby, I tried to make you proud and here's a sneak peak of where it got me so you can be prepared. It's been about 4 months since I had a real haircut (if you don't count my occasional self-trimming to keep hair from totally growing over my ears).

Anyway, I had procrastinated too long and it was too late to get a real haircut from the local pro. Faced with the choice of definitely looking scruffy with long hair or probably looking like a moron with a Supercut cut, I chose to chance it with the Supercut folks--besides, it was next door to the supermarket (where I had just bought 19 jars of Postum--a story which probably deserves its own space here in Toothtown).

Now, I'm no expert--but I've never seen sane person with a cut like this before. Mind you, I part my hair on my right. (That's the left side of the photo <--- <--- ).