May brings out the cows...

... and they all lick my head.

(Note to self: I really, really need some better lighting in here.)

This is after a hard day of head-rubbing, hair-tearing, and other work-related nonsense; also some power napping, cat nuzzling and other, less stressful activities. But still -- yes, very curly and without much direction. In back, where I can't take a picture, it could almost be described as what we used to call a Jew-fro.

Also, remember how I looked a lot like my mom? For reasons I'm not entirely clear on -- it's not just because the hair is off my face -- I now look much more like my dad.

More thoughts on breast changes to follow.