My beard exceeded the maximum poofiness allowed a while back. I've told Carrie that if she wanted to cut my hair I'd trim it. Today, she consented to shave my neck.
"Any requests?" I asked.
"Surprise me," Carried replied.
Farewell, beard.
Hello, 70s.
"You look like a lumberjack!"
Carrie couldn't look away (but not in the good way). I blew her mind! I refused to trim it, too, until she completed her part of the bargain and trimmed my neck.
I ended up with this. It's been years since my beard has been this small. The first thing I noticed was how cold my hands were on my cheeks. Feels odd.
Carrie made me promise to tell her about how my students react tomorrow.
