I don’t really know what to make of beards. I am a mustache guy. I have had one since I was about 13… mostly because, when I don’t, my mouth looks like it is smiling all the time. And not my usual friendly, wry and a little sexy smile… oh no… my resting smile is more of a slight smirk that makes it look like I know stuff that you don’t… which I do, but I hardly want to give that impression to everyone… or makes people think that I am happy all the time, which is way to much pressure on me.
The thing is… and we haven’t had a thing for a while, so I am glad there is one… I have already done a whole series of posts about mustaches… which you would know if you really love me and read all my old posts, or had followed me since the beginning… but fear not, you can use the search button to go back and look at all my mustache posts… go on… we will wait for you… it will be worth it… I switched famous mustaches between famous faces, and stuck my mustache on babies, Jennifer Lopez, and a bunch of other famous people including Dick Cheney, and even he looked almost good. I analyzed why the wrong mustache choice could ruin a career as dictator… (if you can’t imagine Hitler with the wrong mustache, or no mustache at all, don’t fret, I did it all for you with the magic of Photoshop)… just type ‘mustache’ into the search bar… I dare you!
So, anyway, for whatever reason… (I think it was because I spent 5 hours this morning driving Mollie to a youth meeting near Long Beach this morning and the crack squirrels in my head went a little nuts)… I have decided to have some fun with beards now. Don’t panic, I am still doing our ‘Name that piece of Art’ series and… whatever else it is I do around here.
Pouring My Art Out 
I’m reading these in reverse order because, wellllll because I can, sooooo anywayyyyy. Nicely done on the beard coverage so far.
who knows what could happen
Have you you tried to grow a beard of your own?
I finally got to where I can grow a nice thick one just in time for it being almost all gray… sigh…
Two words: hair dye
too much work
That’s three words.
yeah it is
so is that
you know what?
we should do
a day where
we only type
three word sentences
but that’s hard
No it’s not.
I know, but I started doing real sentences and then just ended
up breaking them
into three word
pieces which seems
to be cheating
I love the beard chart, I’ve had a thing with beards since I was 13 (my first beard interest: Barry Gibb). Thanks to this chart I can tell all the beards by name now.
You should Google it… there are a lot more types, but I didn’t want to confuse people… HA!
Hubby is pretending his razor is broken just now (since he got laid off) & has grown in a beard. It mostly looks like long stubble right now & is VERY grey! I don’t know how long this will last but beards have never bothered me. Maybe it’s because I have such sensitive skin? Without a beard – my face will be bright red after necking; with a grown in beard – no such telltale signs of making out!
good to know… I mean…. uh… ok
What’s wrong with looking like you know more than I do?
Leslie
nothing really
What’s wrong with smiling all the time?
Leslie
I can’t sum it up any better than I did in the post.