Oh, and speaking of disasters... here is my missive for this morning:
My husband has a cute little tradition. Every year, over the Christmas Holidays, he takes a break from shaving. This way, when he returns to work after the first of the year, he has a nice full beard.
Aside: T's heritage is mostly Swiss, but there's some Native American mixed in and the combination somehow came out looking vaguely Arab. His dark complexion and the copius nature of his facial growth have, on more than one occassion, caused him to get funny looks at the airport. And though it's supposed to be random, I swear he's been flagged for a "random check" 90% of the times he has been through airport security since 2001. At least I was finally able to convince him to get rid of his cargo pants with the urban camo print.
Anyway, typically the beard stays until sometime in March. This year, however, he decided to trim it up a little early. I filled up his travel mug with coffee and met him at the front door. He had been up in the bathroom finishing up with getting ready for work. For the life of me, I can't determine what he was thinking when he did THIS to himself:

"Ah Luv Yew, Cletis!"
I'm not sure what they'll think at his office... My best advice was to tell them he lost a bet.
The saving grace, however, is that he swore he would shave the rest off tomorrow morning. I think I would have a difficult time kissing him very often if I have to include the caterpillar.
3 comments:
Hmmm. That is an interesting choice. Sorry you gotta look at that chica!
oh mah gawd. I can't believe you let him out of the house like that ;-)
poor t. poor, poor t.
He is adorable, though. Now we need a shaven pic!
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