I’ve been hounding Todd to get a haircut. He has been resisting. Threatening to grow a ponytail. Investigating creative ways to cover a bald spot. Spiking his hair. All just to yank my chain and give himself a good laugh. He knows that I have been trying for months to grow my hair out so it becomes long enough to quickly throw up in a top knot - and praying that with my gray I won’t look...