Tired of hairy boobs.

I shaved my beard yesterday. Quite a bit of hair tossed blithely into the trash.

Jackie hung out with me in the bathroom while I shaved and enjoyed playing with swome shaving cream during the process. She berated me for wasting the shaving cream when i shaved my face, hands on hips, etc. Apparently, my rants about not wasting anything in the house because I have to pay for it hasn't fallen on deaf ears. The fact I had some cream left on my hand after coating my face was enough for her to get on her high horse.

Anyway, the full bush of beard is gone and I'm back to the trimmed goat. I'll likely dye it again since the blonde is prevalent now and maybe, just maybe there's some gray peeking through. And I imagine I'll regrow it over the winter but at least, for now, I can enjoy my wife's soft skin without the intrusion of all that hair.

Yuck.



That pic above was taken at Blue Hills State Park. We went on a hike there yesterday and it was pretty damn nice. The countryside was absolutely beautiful once we reached the top. The kids had a ton of fun and I got to carry Grace for a while on my back. You can see the backpack in the pic. It was an experience having her in the pack while I climbed up the rocky hillside. It was a challenge, that's for sure and it got me thinking about doing some cardio at some point to improve the ol' ticker's health.

Trish was pretty psyched about the shave. She couldn't keep her hands off it and she kept kissing me. That was nice. I think she put her family up to telling me over and over how "nice" it looked, and how I looked "good". Whatever. Maybe that's tue and maybe it isn't.

I'm back at work today after a week off - and I'm not sure whether or not I'm really aware of the time off I just spent. It doesn't feel like I've been out of here for the pst week. I've gotta call Brian and find out whether or not he finished moving into his house. Trish is one week into her orientation and we spent a decent weekend with my parents on the 11th and 12th. All-in-all, lots of stuff done over the past week but none of it really registered as time off, I guess.

Such is life.