First off, I’d like to say that I want to marry Kristen Bell, AKA TV’s Veronica Mars. Oh man, is that show good. Why did I never watch it before now?

But for my reason of writing tonight: Today I found a very rare photo, one I didn’t even think existed. The picture? Me with a ‘fro, a God given one. Yeah, you read that right. Some of you may remember that for a while after college I grew my hair out. Very few of you actually saw what me with long hair looked like though, and I don’t think there was any pictures taken of me at that time, much less one with my hair pulled out into an afro. It was long. And I forgot all about it. Got sick of it one day. Cut it all off. Forgot all about it.

So anyway, my parents go to Vegas last weekend. My mom finds her camera, which she thought she lost, and takes a whole bunch of pictures. I sit down to view them. Way too many pictures of the bathroom and the view outside the window. Then there are some pictures of Christmas two years ago. One of my sister, making a face. One of the tree. About a thousand of the dog as my dad tries to make the dog pose for the camera. And then there is me.

If ever there was a picture of me that made me look like a hippie, this one is it. I’m lying back in a chair. Bare hippie feet extended towards the camera. Big “I just took a huge hit off of that bong” shit-eating grin on my face. And a frickin’ ‘fro. I tend to pull out my hair at night. Nervous habit that I finally quit doing during the day. But anyway, Christmas morning, I haven’t showered, and there is the afro. Funny ass photo.

So I want to share it with everyone in webland, right? I take the photo downstairs to the scanner we have that probably hasn’t been used in years and I go to plug it in. You know what? The power cord is gone. Not just unplugged like I think it is going to be, but completely gone. Disappeared. I look everywhere. Nadda. So unfortunately you’re just going to have to live with my description of the photo until the cord decides to make an appearance. Sigh.