Shave a Prayer For Me Now

Before CTV starts airing Dexter, my friend Slowplum has kindly lent the three original novels (two down, one to go) and the first season's worth on DVD. The show is great however, like most adaptations, it veers from the books. Characters are a little different (ie. Dexter's girlfriend's son). Plots are a little different (Tony Tucci anyone?). Some book characters are expanded on the show. Angel No-Relation is a very minor character in the books but isn't in the show. Suits me fine. I have a thing for nattily-dressed chubby Latinos. Stop it with the "Jen and Los Lobos sittin' in a tree" jokes.

And speaking of sideburns, Husband is growing a beard. I think. Sometimes on weekends, he blows off shaving and does the Chewbacca. I can't say I'm crazy about that being the daughter of a guy who religiously shaves every morning. I swear I woke up to the sound of Dad smacking the razor against the porcelain every morning. But when Monday rolled around and Husband didn't shave, I wondered. By Wednesday, I called him on it. And you have to understand that Husband never ever comments on my appearance. Magenta hair? No big deal. Another bowling shirt? Oh. So though it's nice on one hand, I also don't get nary a wolf whistle when I've actually put in an effort. It's a trade off, people.

So, yes, I called him on it.

"Ummm, what's with the face?"

"I don't know yet."

"Please don't tell me you're growing a beard."

"Hey, I said nothing about the time you were a redhead."

"But that didn't physically hurt anyone."

And his scruff DOES hurt; never mind the fact that it looks like spikes growing out of his face. All three kids either ran away from his kisses or just flat out told him he looks awful. And I didn't put them up to that, I swear.

He's starting to complain that his face is itchy. I suggested that he should shave. He considered a soul patch. Yeah, I never understood the attraction there. Every time I see a guy with a soul patch, I have to hold myself back from saying, "You missed a spot!"

When we were first dating, I used to love watching Husband shave. He does it old school, with the brush and bar soap. I would squeeze in to his tiny bathroom and silently watch. He thought it was weird of me, but I thought I was watching something rather personal. He wasn't (and still isn't) a very forthcoming person, so to watch him shave made me feel like he was sharing something somehow.

I miss that.