Feelin' blue

Hey! I'm not sure if it's because I cut off my hair and he felt the need to go further, or if it's to rebel against how old he must be to be married to a thirty-year-old, but last week Brian felt compelled to go out and dye his hair blue. I kinda like it:



For the first few days it was sort of a shock whenever Brian walked into a room, but now I am used to it. It is kind of funny how many people have asked whether he had my permission in advance ("He didn't need permission, but he had my blessing," is becoming my answer.), and how willing small children are to point and stare when they see a man with blue hair.