you'll be happier when i'm gone. i'm much too busy to worry...
i decided monday night that the beard had to go. it's getting too hot. i do this every year. grow it out for the winter. shave it off for the summer. the one thing that makes this year different is that beth had a digital camera to document the fun.
phase one: handlebars
this was meant to be a joke, but the more i look at it, the more i like it. it doesnt just make me look tougher, it makes me feel tougher. like i should throw on a sweat stained wife-beater, head out to the honky tonk, and pick a fight.
phase two: the pervert
the funny thing about moustaches is that most of the time they look normal on people. but if you've never had a moustache and decide to grow one, it makes you look like a pervert. just having that thing on my upper lip made me feel dirty.
phase three: the hitler (aka the charlie chaplin)
depending on the face you make while sporting this one, you can either be funny looking or hilarious looking. there are no other options. what i wonder is how did anybody take hitler so serious with that thing on his face?
phase four is the clean shave. there's nothing funny about that except for the fact that it makes you look 10 years younger. and you wouldnt really be able to tell unless you've seen the before picture. and we forgot to take the before picture.
the best thing about being without beard isnt how cold everything feels against my face. its the way kisses feel. imagine kissing with only your bottom lip for almost 6 months and then all of a sudden you're given a top lip to use. that's what it's like.
still, i'll probably grow it out again at the end of the year.