So,
I was pretty proud of my beard last week. I hadn't touched it for about four months, and it was looking reasonably decent.
Then one day Darby asked me what I would look like without it.
"Not good," I said.
"Like what would you look like?" she said.
I told her about the last time I shaved it off, about two years ago. I told her I have no chin and that I hid in my apartment for a week waiting for it to grow back. I told her I promised never to shave it off again.
"I want to see," she said.
And being the dutiful/obedient/idiotic boyfriend that I am, I consented. The moment I was finished, Darby looked at me with big, scared eyes.
"How long will it take to grow back?" she asked.
Of course.
Will!!
