(This post was written last week and scheduled to be published while we were away but didn't, for some reason!)
For the last five weeks my husband looked like this:
Kinda handsome, right?
Right. Until..... he decided to shave. What should have been an occassion for rejoicing in my life, ended up being downright icky. He decided to shave it off in "phases" over the course of three days and then actually go out in public during said phases. Needless to say, I think I deserve some kind of golden sticker for being such a great sport about the whole thing. It ended up being really fun for him and if I'm being quite honestly, pretty hilarious too.
SO. Without further adieu, phases 1-4 of The Great Shave of 2011.
I know, I know. You're jealous. I get it. Don't worry. If you wait long enough, I'm sure the man in your life will be able to grow a similar beard and, with enough encouragement from you, boldly shave it off into the creepiest designs you can imagine.
Hang in there, friend.