Down the Drain

Every winter I grow a beard.

I like the beard. I like the way it feels. It keeps me warm and protects my face. I like to do a lot of things out doors this time of year, so the beard is useful.

I don’t like a lot of maintenance, so the beard grows wild and thick.

Jen doesn’t like the wild and thick look. She calls me names like Brawny Man (though he never had a beard). The other day she made the mistake of calling me Poseidon. Ha! He’s a god. He controls the Kraken (at least in the movies – not according to the Greeks). Why would I shave it now?

Alas. It was time for a trim. We have a product launch next week and there is such a thing as just too wild and thick (at least Poseidon had the currents of the ocean to keep his tame).

So out came the trimmer. The trimmer sucks. Before I knew it there was a bald spot on my cheek.

Yeah. Bald spots and beards don’t really mix.

So now the beard’s gone.

Now I’m back to a lowly goatee.

bleh.

– b