Yay, Maria!

Ginger, I hope dealing with the medical stuff goes as smoothly as possible.

I carefully didn't schedule anything but a lash and brow dye tomorrow. I wanted an unscheduled weekend, as I've felt tired all week. I might walk to the farmers market; I might see Crimson Peak again, I might spend a couple of days learning the fly the mini-drone I got for my birthday. Or maybe I'll just read books.

ETA: weather~ ma to all who need it.

Hilarious fact I just learned:

Back in the day, Tim had long hair and a big hippie beard. (That's not what I just learned; I knew that because I saw a picture. Then he cut his hair and shaved his beard.)

He's growing his facial hair for Halloween, and I told him that after the party, he needs to shave it off, because I can't handle sleeping with Jesus. I mean, really -- long brown hair and a beard? He looks like every caucasian-ified picture of Jesus in every one of my grade school classrooms.

He told me that back in the day, during his first stint of long hair + beard, when one of his nephews was wee, the nephew thought that the picture of White Jesus on the wall was, in fact, Uncle Tim. He would point to the picture and *say* "Uncle Tim."

I may have sprained something laughing.

That's hilarious Steph. I have a thing about beards in that I'm not particularly attracted to them. I blame living through the 70s for that one. But now that beards are in style? I genially offered Cody that I would be fine if he grew a beard as long as he kept it a trimmed beard. (And really, I meant it too.) But he knows me too well, so he said some song and dance about not wanting a beard.

But really, question for the men here? Do all men prefer beards? I assume that most do, if not all.

I wear a beard strictly for vanity—it gives me the illusion of a stronger jawline. If that weren't the case I'd probably shave at least every 3 days for comfort.

That's why I think DH doesn't need one, Matt. He has a lovely chin with a bit of a cleft in it. But even men with lovely chins grow beards too.

So what is everyone doing this weekend?

Working.

Hooray Maria! That's such great news.

So what is everyone doing this weekend? I am working so I need to live vicariously through you.

I'm purifying myself in the waters of Lake Minnetonka. Or rather, I'm going to a conference in Minneapolis, so nonstop work for the next five days.

I actually just got home from work, because everyone at my university has lost their minds, so I haven't done laundry or packed yet, which is not optimal.

Ginger, I hope the medical procedures are less annoying than they have been.

The BF has a goatee and moustache. So did Rob. I evidently like facial hair, but it's not a make or break thing. Both prefer(ed) it to shaving.

Now that I've come down off of the high, I'm feeling a bit of dread about the other shoe dropping. I have no indication it will, but welcome to my mind. It's like I'm waiting for it to go all wrong, because it's my luck.

I like the look of facial hair on some men (Tom Mison, yes; big huge hipster beards, NSM), but on the man whose face I am kissing, I am anti-beard.

Tim's facial hair is in the stage where he looks like a hobo. And it's been well over 10 years since he last had a beard, and he is appalled at how much silver is in it. *I* think he's a silver fox, and he's resigned to the silver in his hair, but he's not fond of being greybeard. (We call the dog that since he's got grey fur on his chin.)

I'm feeling a bit of dread about the other shoe dropping.

I never learned to see good news as the balance to previous bad news. I've always expected good news to be the precursor of bad things. I get very anxious when good things happen or when things are going peacefully.