A new look

If were to compile a list of things that I absolutely hate to do shaving would be close to the top. It would probably land somewhere between sitting on a wet toilet seat and watching a video on how they make hot dogs. When I'm on vacation it's one of the last things I'm interested in. If it were up to me I wouldn't shave my entire three month summer vacation. I'd be out there loud and proud at the ol' Wal-Mart sporting a long, luxurious beard like Tom Hanks in Cast Away. Rachel, on the other hand, wouldn't come near me for three months. (That would create some severe problems....if you know what I mean. Sorry. Couldn't resist.) She says it's like kissing a rotting Christmas tree. As of today I haven't shaved since last Monday. The amount of attention it's received you would think that I've streaked naked through holy communion at Westminster Abbey shouting obscene phrases about the Queen. Everyone seems to have to weigh in on it. Obama didn't even get grilled this much about his pastor. Well tomorrow we are getting family pictures taken so it's a no brainer that I have to shave begrudgingly. While the kids were in the bath tonight I started before getting interrupted by Liam's screaming. He thought that he needed an electric razor in the bath with him. Needless to say I only got halfway done before washing them both and getting them ready for bed. I kind of like this new look. I'm gonna spring it on Rach when she gets home from work and see if she'll let me keep it. Fingers crossed.