Hacajawea

Understandably in a summer full of 100+ degree heat indexes and a medicine ball stuffed in her underoos, My Pregnant Wife cut over 10 inches off of her hair last week. She donated the braid to "Locks of Love," a foundation that makes wigs for children cancer patients. Which I think is just the coolest thing in the world.

There are those on the planet who have met me who assumed I would be crushed, upset, shocked, rancid, ubiquitous, French, or esurient. However, I proposed to, married, and love the woman underneath the hair, so it's really a moot point. Even as a child, I loved the cake more than the icing. And no one likes cake with a lot of hair on it.
My allegories are suffering as much as my poetry.
It also helps that she looks awful cute. And lest you nu-uhsayers out there think I toot smoke, remember that I fell in love with her when she had hair shorter than mine in High School.