Also today, we condluded the “Beardo the Wierdo” experiment. I hate shaving, but I found out that I hate having a beard more. I’d had some fantasies over the last couple of days about removing it bit by bit every day and showing up to work until I came in with a pencil-thin mustache after a week or so. But in the end, getting it all off my face was all I could think of doing. The final straw came last night drinking a smoothie and having an upper lip that was purple and drippy after every sip.
It’s too bad, in a way, because I had gotten pretty good at the Snidely Whiplash twirling tick.
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Finally! I love the picture of you pondering and congrats on the footings! Where is the garage going by the way? I can’t quite picture it from the pictures.
Too bad I’m not more photogenic.
The garage is replacing the old one, but on a grander scale. It’s along the East side and almost the full length of the yard.
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