When men are left to their own devices, they do strange things. I was alone for a week back in January, and I got the idea that I could grow a beard. So Amy and the kids missed the worst part of beard growing: the scratchy phase. In any case, the beard is kind of growing on me... ha, ha... and so far Amy's been very accomodating of the new facial feature. So I figured I'd post a picture so that those of you who laugh about it behind my back can at least do it with accuracy (that's you, Roz and Jenny).
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