Monday, January 26, 2009



Sometime after Christmas, I dared my husband Dave to not shave his facial hair until the new year. I wanted to see what he looked like with a 'stache. (Insert silly giggle.)

So he obliged, and we both had a few good laughs. He went in the bathroom that night and shaved the beard off (that was the deal, that I could see him with just the 'stache, but he didn't have to grow it out that way)