The Look ... Let It Be (Naked)
You could hear the sounds of screams from the bathroom sink Sunday morning. Specifically, the initial screams were from the vampire killer beard lice (totally awesome name for a band) that were resident in my goatee, as they were forced out of their haven, into the sunlight. The later screams came from The Lady, when she saw the end result. Although to be fair, she'd probably not yet had her morning coffee, and thought she was in some Twilight-Zone-esque nightmare.
Yes, I decided to do away with the ol' double-chin-hider this morning. No special reason. Just something I wanted to do for a while, just to remind myself of my baby-ish charms. This doesn't mean that I'm going commando-style from now on. The Lady has made it ferpectly clear that she *hates* this new look, and in fact begged that I have the goatee for the wedding. She went on to add that although the lack of beard makes me look 10 years younger, she wants to be the younger-looking one in this relationship, thankyouverymuch.
You remember that scene in The Nutty Professor, where Klump looks down and is bemused that he can finally see his ... umm ... his toes (yeah, let's go with toes). Well with me, it's bemusing that I can look down my nose and see my lip!
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