Mr. Bug. He's kind of a silver fox, huh? Don't you want to run your fingers through all that dishy, curly hair? Too bad. Because he's mine and I'm not sharing. And you can't anyway, because yesterday Mr. Bug cut off those dreamy locks. I miss them already. You see, Mr. Bug's employer is downsizing and Mr. Bug's job was cut last week. He's on the hunt (as foxes will do) for a new job now, so he wanted to look sharp for interviews.
Mr. Bug was in the Navy for six years before we met. Since I've known him, he's always worn his hair very short. So short that the curl was hardly there. Once, he even shaved his hair completely off for a few months. I thought that look required an XXX tattoo on the back of his neck to complete it. About six months ago, he decided to grow his hair out. I was totally on board with that plan because just when the curl would start to show from his last haircut, he'd announce it was time for a new haircut. It was fun to watch the curls increase and I liked the bit of sexy bad-boy that was his 'long' hair. Today's post is in tribute to Mr. Bug's rebel hair days. My you live long in our memories and my we have a chance to see those delicious curls again someday.