Tomorrow, we break out of the 20s!
Today's post is coming much earlier in the day because I just received the best "Less than 3 weeks to go" present via text from Jerry...
(Warning: this may not be the best picture for the weak-stomached)
That's right folks... a pile of hair in the sink. But not just any pile of hair. That used to be Jerry's beard. Go ahead and wipe that tear away, I'll wait.
Let me take this opportunity to clarify something... I don't hate the beard. I think Jerry can grow a beard quite nicely... and ridiculously quickly as well. I just think that he has a handsome face and the beard hides it.
I have never (clearly) stopped him from growing a beard when he wants, and I never intend to, even at my own mother's Christmas request. (Yes, that's happened)
I'm just a little sad now that I have to wait ALL day to see the end result. Unless he decides to meet me for lunch... hint, hint!
By the way, here's a picture of Jerry the night before he shaved (he calls this the last night of awesomeness):
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