I have been off the stage for three weeks now, which means I haven’t shaved for four weeks. But it is time to return. I think I was about 30 before I could even grow enough facial hair to pretend I had a beard. I guess I have always been jealous of those guys who can grow a monster wilderness man beard in a week. Well here’s the transformation.
But my boys thought I would look best as Wolverine.
But, go figure, this was not Kristine’s favorite face. Although all the male beings in our family thought I should keep it around for at least one Sunday, but the female veto holds a lot of weight. So I had to go all the way.
Oh my gosh! I haven’t had an absence of facial hair for about 12 years. As I went out yesterday, some people literal didn’t even recognize me. It’s crazy how shaving takes years off. I guess it is no wonder in every society on earth a beard is a sign of aged and respect. Kind of to bad this society doesn’t teach respect of elders anymore.
I look forward to the day I can grow one and braid it.
By the time Sunday rolls around I will be back to normal.