I'm worried. I'm very, very worried. Finals hell week is here and I feel that the beard is an endangered species, certain to become extinct by the middle of next week, if not sooner.
We've got a Christmas party to go to on Saturday morning and said endangered beard is making me "look like a bum". I'm not sure I can show up at the party with the beard. I fear that its demise may come sooner than I wanted.
I do not think there's anything I can do to save it. To power me through, I'm going to focus on the times we had together. So many hours we spent in the office - alone. So many hours we spent "learning" the ins and outs of property law, corporate law, and - most recently - estate law. So many hours were spent itching and scratching and wondering just why in the hell the peach fuzz was so sharp.
So many hours together. And yet, in a few days our time will end. So much time is spent saving endangered animals. What about the endangered beards? Where are the efforts to stave off the girlfriends, employers, and others from killing the beard?
No, I do not think I can make a difference in saving endangered beards. I will resign myself to my memories.
2 comments:
Love, it's not girlfriend's or wives that dislike your beard. I told you, just tidy it oop. You're a big boy.
This is absolutely hilarious. I agree with the Mrs. Just tidy it up! There's nothing wrong with beards, although I, like Mrs. Vonfrinkenhagen, do ask Mr. Sweet Line to keep his "groomed" as well :) Besides, keeping it will give you a funny story to tell at Saturday's Christmas party... :) Oh, and your recent blog about studying and growing the beard and using the boppy pillow as a book rest cracked me up, oh my word.
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