Shave the Last Dance For Me

Ding dong. The beard is gone.

Husband came home Friday at lunch (I was home with the kids because it was a PA day. Yes, a PA day on the Friday before March Break. Go figure). A local dentist called that morning to request a meeting to discuss a possible association with him. Like I said before, money talks. The beard came off because Husband thought it would make a better impression.

"But you never told me I look like a dorkstick. I have a weak chin!" he complained.

He doesn't have a weak chin at all. In fact, I think he's handsomely angular. Okay, he's got a youthful face but he IS younger than I am, after all.