Weeks 14-15

Yeah so I'm lazy. That's not big news. Heck, I started a charity by growing a beard. Something I can do in my sleep. That should tell you everything you need to know. My sincere apologies to all involved.

As for the beard itself. Wow. Where to start?

1. I have split ends, how about there? That's gross. Women get split ends. Women who have long hair on their heads. I have long hair. On my face!
   
2. Tonight, I used a blow drier. On my face!
   
3. My beard insulates my skin so well that I can put a hot cup of coffee on it and not feel anything. Seriously, I can't even feel any temperature variance hot or cold, because I have a blanket on my face.
   
4. On Thursday, I combed the beard up and out towards the end of my work day whilst wearing a tshirt with a skull and crossbones on it. I got called a pirate no less than 3 times. Two of the times people included pirate lingo such as, "Arrrgh that be a fine beard" and "Ahoy there Blackbeard, where be yer booty?" Seriously. Grown folk. Corporate environs and all. My job rocks.
   
5. When I look down, my field of vision in corrupted by long squiggly brown hairs.
   
6. It's monsoon season, which means humidity levels that make my face sweat...all the time.
7. Multiple biker gangs have approached me and offered me membership, even though I don't own a bike or plan to. (OK I made that last one up, but it is plausible.)

So yeah, it's definitely at the point where I can no longer pretend it's not there. It has become a gruesome part of my daily routine. Not that I will miss it when it's gone though. I have caught myself staring longingly at the clippers this last few weeks. That time is coming though, sooner than later I hope. Nick will have the honor of shaving it off into whatever style he so chooses. I'll wear it that way for a week, but then it's all coming off. So you also have that bit of foolishness to look forward too in the near future.

As always, thanks to everyone who has donated. You guys have touched my heart, some even touched the beard.