Internet, meet Cory. Also known as Cooper, Studly, Are You Asleep Already, and Will You Please Take Out The Trash. He is my favorite.
He is my favorite because when I am getting a headache he will massage my shoulders to help it go away even though he hates it. He is my favorite because even though he likes Qdoba better, he will go to Chipotle instead because he knows I prefer it. He does our taxes, pays our bills, and still treats Opening Day at Coors Field with the nostalgia of a kid. (He's going today at 2:00pm)
Nevertheless, even our favorites have their challenges, and I'm not just talking about having to come home to me every day. As of late it has centered more upon the frailty of his follicles, and their inability to produce. In other words, when the photographer of your family portrait asks, "Hey, do you mind if we photoshop in a little extra hair?" it's time to reevaluate. So this week Cory/Cooper/Studly took the plunge - no more bed head, bye bye blow dryers, hasta la vista shampoo - we buzzed his head. Samantha took a crack at it first.
And now for the finished product:
Yep, he is still my favorite.