Thursday, December 22, 2005
Every year around winter I decide to grow a beard and every time it comes off after a few weeks. I usually wait until my wife hints to me that she prefers my baby face. Things were going well; she didn’t say anything to me for the past two weeks (the time that I started growing it). That all ended one Monday morning when she hinted her dislike by saying to me “oh, your growing a beard” in a tone that was laced with her disapproval. I kind of ignored her comment and went to the office. The next couple of days went by and she didn’t bring it up, until this beautiful morning. She just came out and said “Shave it, I don’t like it…etc.” I enjoy my status as a husband and the duties that come with it, so this weekend the beard will come off. It’s really no surprise to me because it’s been close to three weeks which is average as I stated above. I think the tradition will end because as I mentioned in one of my earlier blogs, the beard is turning gray; I guess it wants to match my hair. You can hardly see the gray in the picture because I have my hand in front of the area where it’s turning. Coincidence, I think not.
I think the beard makes me look older, something that I would have wanted if I was 18 but now that I'm thirty-four the whole idea is to look younger.
Happy Holidays to all.