In anticipation of a weekend filled with numerous social engagements, I went to see Monica on Thursday for my quarterly shearing.
I brought along a camera and her intern (she really has an intern) snapped a couple of pictures.
I wanted there to be documented evidence that when Monica trims my facial hair, she does not wear safety glasses. There was a terrible internet rumor circulating that this was the case and I wanted to squash it.
On an unrelated, but semi-related note, I was challenged to a beard growing contest last week.
I have yet to accept the challenge because I don’t know if I can emotionally handle shaving off my facial hair and becoming a dirty nakedface. I know that I will only be a dirty nakedface for a day, but it will still be fairly traumatic.
If I decide to take on the nakedface demon, the contest will start on January 1, 2010 and last 1 month. Frank, the guy that challenged me, wanted to start on December 1, but there was no way that I was going to sport an untamed full beard for Christmas.
I think all of you know how I feel about people under the age of 40 sporting beards. I want to be a nice guy during the Christmas season.