After a month of not shaving my goatee, I tackled it yesterday morning. Why? Mom hated it. Every time she saw me, she'd complain, "I can't get used to that scruffy look." Actually, I was being lazy. It was easier not to shave in the morning.
At one point, I thought I'd join the karma of the Barnwell boys and stop cutting it entirely (to look like ZZ Top), but I decided mom is right. I probably look better with a clean shave. I definitely look younger.
And ouch. Three layers of shaving cream and it still took a half hour to remove. I'm hoping, however, because it is gone and I did a good deed for me mum, she might do a good deed for me. We shall see.
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