Little Things

This time of year is fun for a multitude or reasons. A personal one for me is derived from the Wife’s irrational hatred of all things facial hair. To say that she prefers a clean-shaven look would be an understatement of understatement. I’m not even sure she’d let Sam Elliot get away with his mustachioed face.

So, as has become typical for this time of year, I grew out the beard. Heck, it’s cold outside! Unfortunately for me, let’s just say that my beard is on the thin side. It also has an astonishing amount of gray (I blame the kids- they make me lose the hair on top and turn what’s left gray. Grrrr.) A couple of days ago, I got sick of the stratchiness on the cheeks, so I shaved it…

…into a goatee! This did not set well with her either. She even enlisted the kid’s help in trying to make me get rid of it. (So much for a support structure.) So I’d given this a couple of days and then I decided to transform it yet again.

I’ve sporting the foo-man-chu look now.

Quote the Wife, once she noticed it:

“Oh my GOD! What is THAT? You’re not leaving it like that are you? Please?!? Tell me you’re not leaving it like that. That looks AWFUL.”

I sat there with a grin on my face. She answered with a withering scowl, and then left the room. Too disgusted to occupy the same space as the foo. I think she might have actually been willing to abide the goatee.

It’s the little things like this that make marriage fun.

Don’t worry, dear, I’ll get rid of it soon.