Hairography

Every day is the same being Mitchell's hair. Sure, it's slightly boring at times, but I've grown used to the day in and day out routine. I get up as late as possible in the morning, and cram in as much sleep as I can. I get washed in the shower, after Mitchell wakes up from his standing slumber. Shampoo, and then conditioner. Not name brand, but it works I suppose. At least it leaves me feeling fresh and clean. I'm then toweled damp. I'm never toweled completely dry, Mitchell is way too lazy to completely accomplish that task. But as short as I am, I dry out fairly quickly. I used to be quite long, down to Mitchell's shoulders. Worst time of my life. I looked absolutely awful, and it took forever to dry out, and get the "bed head" disease eradicated from my body. So since 5th grade I have been clean cut and short. Which is my preferred state to be in, it's very easy to be taken care of, and I don't have to worry about being pulled on or caught in anything. However, when I've been freshly cut and am extremely fuzzy, I am constantly plagued by hands running through me, to feel my supreme wonderful fuzziness. Life on Mitchell's cranium is extremely comfortable. I am able to bask in the sun when it's warm, with the occasional shading from a baseball cap Mitchell decides to place upon his head. During the cold winter months, I am generally covered and kept warm by either a hood or warm hat. However when Mitchell has become too hot from building snow forts or snow jumps, I am occasionally plunged head first into the frigid snow for a few chilly seconds. I am generally extremely opposed to this, but being nothing more than hair, I am not able to do much about the situation.

My least favorite time of the year is October. October is hunting season. And Mitchell is an avid a hunter as he can be. This means that I am forced to endure up to a week of dirt and grime without so much as a shower. Besides the slight sponge baths between days, but thats hardly enough to remove the dirt and grime accumulated from the day's hard labor. It's not that Mitchell doesn't take care of me, or is dirty, but hunting season he is not provided with the tools necessary to properly care for me. It is only a week a year, so it is bearable, but it's definitely not my favorite time of year either. During the summer months and sometimes during spring, fall and winter, I am once again subject to the couple days without washing during camping trips or smaller hunting trips. But it is never anywhere near as bad as during the October hunting season.