Two weeks ago a friend said he wanted to see me with a beard. (Granted, I think he wants to see a mountain-man beard, but that sounds a little excessive for me, despite my Boy Scout persona.) I saw no reason to fight this notion, thought it would be fun, and thus did not shave the following morning. A week later I cleaned up the underside, and it looked pretty good (and a certain girl mentioned in this blog a few days ago agreed, not to mention other friends).

Now it is two weeks later and I have a picture! This was taken while some friends and I went to see the hilarious Catholic comedian Judy McDonald.

I shall keep it for another week and a half so my family and old friends see it when I get back home for spring break, and I suspect I'll continue to keep it as long as I (/the girl with any luck) like it.

I need to start trimming it a little though so certain parts stop poking my lips, and to keep it under control. Short of using some tiny scissors, I am not sure how to do that, but both a friend and my dad have razors with guards, so maybe those will work.

-CF