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Well howdy do youngster!
Hair Level: In need of a trim.
Notes: Got all Olde Timey with my son at the Roanoke Festival Park.
Smooth!
...gone. On a side note, I think this is actually within the rules, as although I physically was able to grow a beard, I lacked the willpower to sustain it. Thus, I have proven that I belong in the HoNoToGroABeMo fraternity. Well...maybe...:-D
Crazy person ahoy!
I can't take it any more..it's coming off!! AARRRGGGHHH!!
I think I see it
This is me after Thanksgiving II: Electric Boogaloo.
My mom served it up for my family yesterday, but we had to host for Mrs. Bob's family today.
We cleaned, cooked and baked up a storm. It was awesome, but I'm exhausted.
The secret to good pie crust, apparently, is that it looks like you haven't used quite enough shortening.
I got it!
Hair Level: Got some of my itch back.
Notes: I am still at the Outer Banks and we did some sight seeing today, checking out the most famous lighthouse in America (this is absolutely true as documented by the things I read at said lighthouse created by people who earn a living working at the aforementioned historical warning system). In any case, while we were there I was pondering my beard to see if I could come up with any bright ideas. However, I did not. But on the way home we stopped at another, notably not the most famous, less tall, and generally lovely lighthouse on Bodie Island and suddenly the light bulb came on.
So I have pondered the whiskers upon my face and seem to have reached a sort of literal and metaphysical enLIGHTenment.
ooooo!!!
Not sure whether to shave it off or not...
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Had to perform a little Thanksgiving day trim. Reclaimed a little bit more neck. I'm still looking for the right line under there.
Dashing!
In the interest of fostering peace and harmony this holiday season, I have shaved my neck and done the teensiest bit of trimming on my cheeks—just enough to eradicate the few stray hairs that were beginning to march toward my eyeballs.
We did not celebrate Thanksgiving at the International House of Johnson today; not because we hate America or have an aversion to the hats the Pilgrims wore (c'mon, Solomon Kane was a badass, despite the hat), but because key members of our family were absent. We have delayed the feastibration until Saturday, when Laura's mother does not have to work and my parents and two-fifths of my siblings can join us. All told, I estimate that there will be seventeen mouths to feed come Saturday, and if you think I'm regurgitating that much turkey, you've got another think coming.
Happy Thanksgiving, all.
Well, except Nev, for obvious reasons. We uppity colonials may be tempted to point and laugh, but I'd like to think that whole "Revolutionary War" business is water under the bridge. Deep down, though, I suspect the entire United Kingdom avoids turkey on this day. I mean, like it's made of bitter, bitter poison.
Beards and Turkey all at once.
Hair Level: Beard-ette
Notes: While the rest of you may be slacking off I am able to participate in the holiday AND get my picture uploaded. Plus watch my wife run a 5K, plus walk on the beach in the Outer Banks with my family, plus do the difficult task of watching two movies with the family. It's a rough life.
How's the weather down there?
Day twenty-six.
Even the cows have stopped talking to me.
Tried to make friends with the roosters.
But they're a bunch of cocks.