I'm not quite so sure that the above is an appropriate heading in this case, or any case, that involves pictures of my bearded self. However, a momentary bout of weakness prevents me from doing anything about it for the time being, or any future being. I'm going to go against every instinct I have and post a couple pictures from years' past of me that include the glorious beard that I launched last winter and the refined mustache that I carved out of silk which followed it (my wife would likely complain that it was carved out of bristle, but I digress). Another one includes the pair of buddies that accompanied me through the month of December two years ago following that year's admittedly slightly less-than magnificent beard. I just wasn't feeling it in aught-6 for some reason. It was painful, but you can't fight it.
I have another picture that I dug up of my first beard from back in Spain, but I have to scan it, and I forgot to scan it earlier today. My wife was kind enough to remind me of that when I spoke with her today and she mentioned that it had been sitting on our coffee table when she left for work. My beautiful wife had trouble concealing her glee. So, hopefully, tomorrow that can be added as well.
On with the pictures. And by the way, I think we're looking at less than a week until the party beings.
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