Regrowth - Monday, November 9, 2009

I really am tempted to stare into the bathroom mirror and see if I can watch my hair grow. I asked my sister last night if she would check my head for growth, which she did, but to no avail. I almost feel like a kid waiting at the window for dad to come home, expecting him to arrive at any moment. You keep waiting to hear the car pull into the driveway or see the headlights flash against the front of the house. Some evidence has to show soon because, at this moment, I just know my hair follicles are at work producing that long awaited sight...hair. Oh well, I guess there are a few other things I could do in the next couple of weeks while this phenomenon is occurring. Maybe I should fire up the curling iron or check the hair dryer cord to see if it still works.