Combing

While getting ready this morning Travis bragged that he hadn't used a comb in years.
This evening, he apparently decided that years was too long.
He called me into the bathroom to find a comb for him.
He's actually still in there, parting his hair in the middle to look like he was on Dawson's Creek.
And now he's curling it slowly into wet curls over his forehead. And now he's the Fonz.
Sadly, you don't get to see those pictures.
But here are a few goofy pictures I stole before my camera died.
Yes, his goal for the evening was to look creepy.








I know what you're thinking and no. He's not single.
He's very taken.