Photo parade

Carey sent in her application to the Paul Mitchell School for hair styling and skin, uh, jazz. There are more official names for both of these fields of study that sound really impressive, but I don't remember what they are at the moment.

It's supposedly a pretty good school with very fancy alumns. It's obvious from their application that they recognize that there's a certain lowbrow stigma associated with hairdressing. ("List the first names of three people that tried to talk you out of applying!")

It's also obvious from their application that they'd just as soon avoid the trailer park crowd. Hopefully, their grads will have more to look forward to than a career at SuperCuts or Fantastic Sam's. One of the requirements: two head and shoulder photos included with the form. Because we Bears do nothing by halves, we photoshopped a couple of photos of Carey (both taken by me, one a few days ago and the other almost a year ago) and included the printouts. The photos are below.





I tried to convince Carey to let me draw her as her headshot submission, but she said no go.

But good luck to mah blushin' bride and here's to wonderful things to come.

Oh, and for the heck of it, here's a picture Carey took of me. I don't know, I just kinda like it.