Every day since I was 14 I’ve gotten up and looked in the mirror to see if my beard was coming in. During high school football, all the guys decided to not shave until we lost, nobody could tell I was participating. After college I realized my hope might not be realized. Since then I’ve had dreams where I get a full beard and have to shave my neck, and wake up so disappointed. Then this son-of-a-bitch comes along and totally shows off.
I hate him. However, I might have to get me some of that Zwack!!! Looks good.
hey jason
i was toodling around my space
& found you & your blog…
i read back a few entries
& yes.
you are as funny as i remember…
:)
(by the way this is emily (used to be bressi) gulka)
also
though i may never read your car blog
i think it’s a really cool idea
& how cool was that barn?
congratulations on getting married!
very cool…
fun, hard & cool:)
have a lovely day…
emily:)
ps i have never wanted to grow a beard myself
but i am always paranoid about a secret mustache appearing
that everyone else can see
but for some reason i can’t
(you know you’ve seen women like this
i mean they have to not see it…
but how can they not see it?
i bet there’s yahoo group on this very subject)
& my friends won’t tell me because they don’t want to hurt my feelings
& when i’m not around people say
‘do you know emily?’
‘emily who?’
‘you know the one with the mustache’
‘oh yeah…how does she not see that?’
pps all women worry about this…
so it’s not a bad idea to say to your wife every once in a while
‘i love you smooth naked upper lip….’
:)