No More Beard

I’ve been sporting a full beard for the Winter this year. I don’t normally do so, but for whatever reason this year was different. Honestly, I had a feeling in my bones this would be a cold Winter. It wasn’t the coldest Winter we’ve had, but it was pretty good.

As far as quality beards go, mine is OK. I’m not one of those guys who shaves and then has 5 o’clock shadow a couple minutes after completion. But given a month or so, it fills in pretty good.

But I’m not a year-round beard kind of guy. When it hits the point that in the mornings I feel like one of those fuzzy-topped pencils that have just spun-up a few times, it’s getting old. Mine had hit that point a couple of weeks ago and coupled with Spring only being a couple weeks away, I finally decided it was time for a change.

Results below the fold.

I had just finished up with it when the Wife walked in the bathroom, spoiling my chance at a grand entrance. First thing she said was “You’re not going to keep that are you?”

Then it was the kid’s turn. They both laughed at me. Then I chased the lass around her room trying to give her a kiss- she didn’t want anything to do with it. The boy has been telling me it looks stupid and wondering why I don’t just shave it all off.

So, fairly flat reviews from the family. But I like it enough for the time being.