For the last eleven months I’ve been cultivating a beard. I told everyone at work I’d shave it when we reached a certain milestone at work. Well, the work thing finally happened today. True to my word, the beard is gone, as of about 20 minutes ago.
I’m not excited about shaving (nearly) every day again, but I do look forward to eating without
- straining my food like a baleen whale
- giving food particles hundreds of jumping-off points as they try to land on my shirt
- hogging the napkins
11 months and a few trims 
Cut the sides back 
Side view 
Civil War Officer 
Finger-lickin’ 
Soul Patch 
Just the ‘stache, ma’am 
Half-Stache 
Almost done, time to get wet 
Bye-bye, beard! 
My face is so much smaller!
Super funny 😁😁😁
Prince Albert fades to black……….
Good laugh. And you look younger!
Love, Mom
This was a wildly entertaining post, briefly old-timey gold prospector.
Tarnation!
Congratulations on winning the Stanley Cup! (Since I’ve only heard of hockey players growing beards to achieve work milestones).