During the break, my wife and I took a trip to Las Vegas. I ventured there with a specific mission in mind: to obtain a bobblehead of myself. A friend of mine found a booth at the Mandalay Bay near the aquarium. They take a picture of the customer's face with a fancy 3-D camera (like that movie Avatar!) and another with a standard camera. After choosing an appropriate body, I paid an exorbitant amount of money that counted as my Christmas gift from my lovely bride.
And talk about an appropriate body! The beauty of my buddy's bobblehead is that his holds a saxophone and he's a music teacher that played sax all through high school and college. Unfortunately, the only body available reading a book was one that was also sitting on a toilet. There weren't any others that truly felt like they captured me, at least not in bobblehead form. But then I turned the page in the catalogue and how could I say no to that lovely specimen?
I guess I have to grow my goatee back and haircuts are out of the question at this point.