So due to the C-section, Andy had to leave Louisville a few days early and get to camp. We came a week later and I found him looking like this. He knows I hate icky facial hair and since he loves me so much, he shaves when I am around. Well since I wasn't around, he didn't shave.....GREAT! So here it is....in all its sick hairy glory.
His brother has one too, which is fine....I don't mind how they look, but I don't have to kiss his brother, or anyone else with a beard. They are scratchy and itchy and pokey and rough. Anyways, so Andy told me that if I posted about his beard, I had to write MANLY things.........
GUTS, BELCHING, GRUNTS, MUSCLES, FOOTBALL, SWEAT, DIRT
GUNS, BUGS, TAR BLACK COFFEE, HAIR, BIG FEET, B.O., and on and on
So then Janet wanted to take some very nice family pictures (blog post to come) and so he shaved it off (thank goodness for family pictures). He then proceeded to do so in stages....so now instead of a beard, I was left with an even sicker mustache. GREAT!....again.
Oh my husband, how I love thee. He did end up shaving that off too before the pictures and now he looks so smooth and lovely! He says he is going to grow it back and he hasn't shaved yet, but I'm hoping if I bat my eyes and beg, he'll stay smooth :)