So it’s been 24 days since I started to make the change…from handsome clean-shaven upstanding citizen Warren to bearded, Jacob the werewolf-like (def Team Jacob in our house), Adonis Warren. I can’t say that I really like the beard in most ways. It itches and tickles my nose (if I were actually ticklish, but that’s soft) and catches food that I’d rather see fall to the floor. It’s also 7 hairs grayer than it was last year. I guess I do enjoy the fact that my morning preparation time has gone from 9 minutes to 7 though. I am pretty sure that Emily brushes her teeth longer than it takes me to go from bed to out the door.
Some people just look better with a beard and some look better without. I can’t decide which way I look more awesome. I do know that when I am wrestling the kids, the beard is a great advantage though. If the kids have me pinned down, I can always drag this beard across their skin and they leap back as if a big hairy rat brushed against them. It’s a great weapon. Seph is drawn to the beard too. You may remember that Seph is the little orange kitten I found moments after being born. I hand-nursed him back to health and now he is a regular (though not normal) cat. But, you see, he never had a proper mom experience. He was never properly weaned or any of that. He still has issues with wanting to nurse on things…my beard included! Yeah, I am not too much into that. I’ll tell you though, it’s a sure way to make sure I wake up and get straight out of bed!
Well, regardless of how the Warrenizing of the beard goes, the most fun part comes when it is time to shave it all off…in sections. Of course, I’ll have pictures of the event proving I have no dignity whatsoever! Happy Thanksgiving!