Big Red V. 2.0

I shaved my beard a few days ago. I'd been growing it for four months (since September 20th). I loved it. Sarah hated it. I love my wife. Ergo, it was time to be clean shaven for a little while.

I miss it, though. However ridiculous it may sound, I spent four months working on that thing. And by working, of course, I mean not shaving. I spent a good chunk of time growing it out and feeling comfortable with it dangling softly from beneath jaw. I named it. I hid pens and pencils in it. We became friends. And now it's gone.

Fortunately, hair grows back. I'm confident that next year's beard will be even bigger and better than this year's.

Anyway. Here it was in all of its glory:





And this is how long the goatee was after I shaved down the sides:



I'm now sporting a shorter goatee with neatly trimmed sideburns and no moustache. I'm "normal" looking again. So it goes.



Beards for everyone, that's my motto.

Stay Gold!

MMK