So, last month I went to the dentist and he had some chin scruff. I asked if it was a "Hunting Season Beard". He replied while uncomfortably scratching his jaw,"No, it's No Shave November. My girlfriend's making me do it". ?? Turns out it's a fundraiser for the American Cancer Society.
Apparently, Jim and I are out of the mainstream loop because Jim choose to SHAVE in November. After 2 years of facial hair neglect, Jim decided it was time to pull the clippers out of storage and see what his bare face looked like again. Of course, something this monumental requires documentation:
One last look at the bearded beast!
I don't help, just watch through the camera lens.
It peels off like a bad Halloween accessory.
WOW!
A handful of beard and a creepy 70's style mustache...
I'm not really sure how sexy this is for me.
Hey honey, do you have any candy or drive a van?
I briefly contemplate a career in the circus.
Now that's hot!
I haven't seen that jawline in years!
(so much more kissable...wink, wink!)
We realized that when Jim shaved the beard and he shaved off years of aging. We hadn't really noticed how much grey had snuck up on his chin and how much older it made him look. Now I feel like a cradle robber with my "new" younger looking husband!
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