No More Beardy McBeardface
Wednesday, March 18th, 2009
On Thursday, March 5th, the night before my 29th birthday (for those of you keeping track), I shaved my winter beard. There had been a couple of really nice warm days that week, and with a little bit of wishful thinking, I decided it was time to get myself ready for spring. I have to say, my beard was really a utilitarian success! Never before has there been a winter when my face was kept so warm.
The next week, I had dinner at my parents’ house with my grandmother again. She was delighted that I was back to my default clean-shaven look. Beaming, she repeated things like, “It’s so much better this way!” and, “That beard was terrible!”
Now, judging from the photo above, it’s time for me to get a haircut. Yowza. What’s going on up there?
