Every deployment he has been on since I've met him, he's shaved his head.
OK, I've shaved his head. This one was no different. I've tried time and time again to figure this one out. I guess it's like those silly rituals the sports players have, or some students that believe they have that LUCKY shirt. Me? I say bah Humbug... but you won't catch me walking under a ladder or opening an umbrella in the house. HA. I guess to each his own, so I have to respect his wishes, and I guess I'm not the one who has to look at that dome for all those months.
The girls on the other hand weren't so easily convinced.
Do you or anyone you know have a ritual, quirk, whatever? How do you deal?