The itch only stops when the neck gets shaved.

Yesterday I remembered why I don't do this. This thing itches! I had to shave my neck or I would have ripped my own throat out from the scratching.

Today, things were better, and the fur seems softer as it gets longer.

Oh, and I told my wife. She's not thrilled, but I still have it, so it's not all bad.

The Farce is Strong in this One

Good in da hood, yo.

Wicked AWESOME!

I have no excuse for this picture.

Gee maw...where's me shotgun?

Brady bunch? Does that make me the stupid one? Duhhhhh....

Bucking the chin up trend

So, it turns out that neck scruff and motorcycle helmet chin straps do not play nice together.

Such is my devotion to the order, however, that I have sucked it up and endured.

I got a problem here.
I can hold it.
No, I'm all right...ahhhhh!

It is only as I sit down to write this that I realize I've inadvertently created another potential Brady Bunch comparison. I am not afraid.

I'm going to let the neck scruff grow unchecked until the end of the week (perhaps all the way through Sunday) before I shave it off. I have a feeling that my resemblance to Jek Porkins between now and then will increase dramatically.

No, I wasn't using mouthwash during this picture. Why do you ask?

It's nowhere near our esteemed Mr. Norris, but hey, I'll take what I can get.

Sah shows her approval of the prickly stubble

Woohoo!! Stubbly! Hang on...what's that in the background?

Relieved Bob is happy.

Not much to say. I'm pretty emotionally spent.

Here's my day 4 picture.

"Take. Eat. This is the body of democracy..."

It's Election Day in these here United States, and that can mean only one thing: tomorrow the endless acres of yard signs start to disappear! Whatever candidate or issue you voted for, surely we can all agree that it'll be a relief to see the yard signs go.

Note to self: next year, "Chins for HoNoToGroABeMo" signs everywhere.

Day 4 - It's about the length it usually gets, don't expect more.

I'm a little late getting in on this, but I can definitely not grow the beard!

So here I am on day 4.

Smiley facey

Ha ha!!!! It is definately there! Phew, and I was thinking I would be baldy chin forever. :-D

I voted. It's written on my forehead.

Why are you here? Go vote today. I mean, really. Where are your priorities?

I are serious Bob. This are serious beard.

Rugged

Worldly

Sexy

These are but a few of the adjectives not used by my wife to describe the stunning scruff you see here.

Down and to the left...down and to the left.

Where there was once naught but a smooth, unbroken plain we now see the first signs that a beard may yet arise. This we shall name "stubble", and all who look upon it will shake their heads and mutter something about having some damn self-respect.

Yea, though your disdain be writ clearly upon your faces, my resolve is firm, not unlike the tough skin atop pudding that was accidentally left out of the fridge overnight. And like that same pudding, what lies beneath the tough, rubbery skin is still smooth, sweet and creamy, though whether that has aught to do with growing a beard is certainly debatable.