Facial hair is best for me

Uh oh! The razor got me. Earlier this fall, I was trimming my beard and, you guessed it, I had forgot to put the guard on. Bye, bye, beard! I tried the clean-shaven look for a couple weeks longer than normal but I said goodbye to the baby face. I’ve had a goatee or other versions of facial hair since my first summer out of high school. I love how it keeps me warmer in the summer and partially disguises my chubby cheeks. When it gets cold, I grow a full beard. I’ve only shaved it off once on purpose. That was for my sister’s wedding. Talk about giving in to pressure! J Unfortunately, this photo will appear in my church’s directory. No more “unbeardedness” for me until another ‘oh no, I’ve gone guardless.’