I abandoned on NoShavember 27th. Twenty-seven days marks a personal record for me. Awareness of MPFB is at an all time high and those who suffer with me have been inspired to grow some whiskers.
Prior to shaving, I had been extremely fatigued from being ill. I felt it was time to sharpen the old razor and go clean shaving again. (It's Christmas' fault, you would be surprised at how many razor commercials the birth of our sweet baby Jesus brings on.) Let me remind you of how manly I looked with facial hair. The critics raved saying that I looked like a pirate, a lumberjack, a musketeer, and a cowboy. I could not have been any more manly. I've been living off the high from those compliments for weeks. For the first time ever, people even put my name in the same sentence as Chuck Norris'.
Lacey had been on me from NoShavember the 1st to shave (normally she is supportive, but this time it was lackluster). When she first saw my face she said (this stings), "You look like a little boy!" Ouch! Talk about throwing aftershave on a razor cut! My four year old couldn't quite figure out that I had shaved, but once she did she said, "Daddy, you look like a prince!" Double ouch!
It's difficult to go from extremely manly back to being a man-boy. It feels like a fall from grace.
At this point I figured I needed to punish myself for shaving, so I went to the theater to watch Breaking Dawn. But, I forgot my wallet and the ticket lady said there was no way that I was 13. I glanced up at the "No Piracy" sign and I hung my head and said, "Arrr!" Oh well, I suppose it's time to move on.
Thank you to everyone for the support and love over NoShavember.
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