This past weekend I went to get my hairs cut. Hairs is not a typo. When I was in high school one of my teachers would always jokingly correct someone if they asked him if he got a hair cut. He would say something like, “I actually had multiple hairs cut and not just one.”

Speaking of hairs…I’m quickly losing them. I was talking to the person cutting my hair and she said that I was a stage three. I didn’t know if that was bad or good, so I asked. She said that there were only four stages. Stage three is noticeable hair loss but there is a chance to hang on to what you have. WHAT?! Once the hair falls out it’s over and there is not going back. She said once you get to stage four you have to go see your Dr.

I’m a stage three clinger! My hair is clinging on for dear life. I told my wife, Monica, that this week I need to buy this shampoo the stylist recommended. It’s supposed to strengthen my hair follicles so nothing else falls out. I can’t buy it until we get paid on Friday, so until then CLING ON hairs CLING ON.