The beard is out of control.
This! This is what happens, people, when you work from home! Back when I was working at the good ol’ Lasagna Barn every day, I had to keep that ish under control. Not anymore, and it’s just whiskers and red spikeyness everywhere!
I know this month is Movember, and facial hair is raising money all across the nation…but there might have to be a follow-up to this completely pointless post the features a much less-grizzled Ira Heinichen. I draw the line when my mustache whiskers are long enough to curl over and peek-a-boo into my mouth hole.
Having this beard does make me think about when I first started *growing* facial hair…I do believe it was my summer between Junior High and High School. Whatever year it was that my family drove up to Victoria, BC. Ya…that’s Canada…and we DROVE. I had this lone hair right on the tippy tip of my chin, and I remember watching it grow and grow. And then it was joined by, like, three or four shorter friends until finally my mom was disgusted enough to make me ask my dad to give me a razor and shave it. From there, it’s a blur as to when I needed to shave on the regular.
I also have the Irish neck beard, that’s really where the stuff goes bananas. And on my chin, where it all started. If it were just my cheek scruff, I could probably go forever without shaving. But man, on the neck and chin, it is *thick*. Blessedly, not too pokey, and that’s coming from a 3-year-old, so you know it’s legit. Small victories.
Last little thought before I post this to the world; on that trip up to Canada, I remember the book I was reading. It was called “First Frontier” by Diane Carey and Dr. James I. Kirkland who was (presumably) her paleontologist consultant. “Paleontologist consultant?” you ask. Yup…because it was about ALIEN DINOSAURS! And not only that, they travel to the pre-historic earth to wipe out all of mankind before they could even get started….it was amazing.