I shed a lot of hair. Probably an excessive amount. It is a constant battle with Martin. One that he is typically always losing. Here's a few hair stories from Sunday.
Laying in bed Sunday morning.
Martin: There's something in front of my eye. Like a piece of hair or something.
Me: reaches over and removes said hair from face.
Martin: That was your hair wasn't it.
Me: Umm. Yes.
Martin: What am I going to do with you??
Before going out to dinner with my parents.
Me: Do I look okay?
Martin: Mmmmhmmm. (reaches over and pulls hair off of my sweater.)
Martin: You're my balding beauty.
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