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Fuzzy Wuzzy

Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear
Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair
Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't very fuzzy, now was he?

This little poem has been said a lot in our house over the past few weeks. Ever since Matt and I shaved our hair, the girls love saying this as they rub our heads. Matt took a razor to his head from the beginning so he hasn't had any fuzz this whole time. But I still had the buzz cut look/feel going on...until Wednesday that is. In the shower on Wednesday most of it just came out in my hands. My palms were covered in tiny hairs every time I rubbed my head. Little black hairs just swirling down the drain. I thank GOD that we shaved it. I couldn't imagine how horrible that would have been to have clumps and clumps of hair just come out in the shower. I totally get it now why they recommend cutting hair really short before this happens. Not to mention what a plumber would have cost us to have to get the drain unclogged.

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  1. MamaApril 3, 2011 at 12:00 PM

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  2. MamaApril 3, 2011 at 12:04 PM

    So fuzzy, wuzzy, now you know! Glad you didn't have another expense with the plumber! It doesn't get any worse than this, except for the eyebrows and lashes (last to go). So keep up the positive spirit and this will all be a distant memory soon. Love Mama

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