Favorite Hair Contest. Final Four. Everyone vote!

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Beloved, as in you're a longtime Isherwood fan, or beloved because of the hair?
The hair, of course. :D

Actually, he reminds me of my husband, who has the same dark curl but you'd never know it because he keeps it super short. Well, it was dark. Ha.

His facial features are similar too. I can totally picture Isherwood crabbing at me about not turning the AC on soon enough. Or reminding me that if I don't write myself notes, I won't remember anything! Or staring at me and delivering an exasperated sigh. :tongue: I'd feel right at home annoying him!
 
The hair, of course. :D

Actually, he reminds me of my husband, who has the same dark curl but you'd never know it because he keeps it super short. Well, it was dark. Ha.

His facial features are similar too. I can totally picture Isherwood crabbing at me about not turning the AC on soon enough. Or reminding me that if I don't write myself notes, I won't remember anything! Or staring at me and delivering an exasperated sigh. :tongue: I'd feel right at home annoying him!
Perhaps you should dress your hubby in a blue frock coat with shoulder boards? Tom could complete the experience by saying, "Avast, ye scurvy dogs!" or other period naval lingo. :laugh:
 
Give it a try @amweiner! You know you want to!

Alright @Eleanor Rose - you, @Cavalry Charger, @KansasFreestater, @LoriAnn, and @Nathanb1 awoke the bad '70s music beast inside of me! It met and fell in love with the Favorite Hair Contest and the following is its illicit love child. Look what you've done!!!! :roflmao:

Sing this to the tune of "Escape", better known as "The Pina Colada Song"

I was tired of my hairstyle
We’d been together too long
Like a worn out fife-and-drum corps
On an old marching song
So I went into my wall tent
And laid down on my camp bed
And as my tentmate lay there snoring
There was a letter that said:

“If you like curls that get frizzy
When you’re caught in the rain
Or some hair that’ll stand up
Like a field of grain
If you like haircuts at midnight
And the sweet barber’s cape
Come to me in the Sibley
And your hair I will shape”

I didn’t think about my hairstyle
I know that sounds pretty cruel
But sportin’ this old hairstyle
Was makin’ me look like just some farby fool
So I wrote to the stranger
And left a note by the tent
While it’s no kind of poem
This was the letter I sent:

“Yes, I like curls that get frizzy
When I march in the rain
And some hair that goes crazy
On a six week campaign
I’ve got to see you by tomorrow noon
Have a fresh barber’s cape
Can we meet in the Sibley
So my hair you can shape?”

So I waited with high hopes
And he walked in the place
I sat down on a barrel
With a smile on my face
Ten minutes later I was stylin’
With the new haircut I had
And though he wasn’t a barber
It didn’t turn out half bad.

They weren’t curls that got frizzy
Standing guard in the rain
It was nothing too fancy
It was really quite plain
He didn’t cut my hair at midnight
Or even have a barber’s cape
But when I left from the Sibley
My hair had funky shape.
 
Alright @Eleanor Rose - you, @Cavalry Charger, @KansasFreestater, @LoriAnn, and @Nathanb1 awoke the bad '70s music beast inside of me! It met and fell in love with the Favorite Hair Contest and the following is its illicit love child. Look what you've done!!!! :roflmao:

Sing this to the tune of "Escape", better known as "The Pina Colada Song"

I was tired of my hairstyle
We’d been together too long
Like a worn out fife-and-drum corps
On an old marching song
So I went into my wall tent
And laid down on my camp bed
And as my tentmate lay there snoring
There was a letter that said:

“If you like curls that get frizzy
When you’re caught in the rain
Or some hair that’ll stand up
Like a field of grain
If you like haircuts at midnight
And the sweet barber’s cape
Come to me in the Sibley
And your hair I will shape”

I didn’t think about my hairstyle
I know that sounds pretty cruel
But sportin’ this old hairstyle
Was makin’ me look like just some farby fool
So I wrote to the stranger
And left a note by the tent
While it’s no kind of poem
This was the letter I sent:

“Yes, I like curls that get frizzy
When I march in the rain
And some hair that goes crazy
On a six week campaign
I’ve got to see you by tomorrow noon
Have a fresh barber’s cape
Can we meet in the Sibley
So my hair you can shape?”

So I waited with high hopes
And he walked in the place
I sat down on a barrel
With a smile on my face
Ten minutes later I was stylin’
With the new haircut I had
And though he wasn’t a barber
It didn’t turn out half bad.

They weren’t curls that got frizzy
Standing guard in the rain
It was nothing too fancy
It was really quite plain
He didn’t cut my hair at midnight
Or even have a barber’s cape
But when I left from the Sibley
My hair had funky shape.

Should be some kind of special award for that. CWT Grammy.
 
And the crowd goes wild @amweiner!!! You're amazing friend!

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