I can't hardly stand the wait, until Karen can be my Blonde Barberette; and I get to have her shave my head completely BALD.
I wish Karen would plan a special weekend for the two of us, where she and I get to act out a little story called "Goldilocks and the Bald Bear."
I would really rather wait until after my Woodbadge beading ceremony this next year, but I'm not sure I can hold out that long. Maybe she can shave me for my Birthday, next February. Or, for our anniversary.