1 month down/2 to go.
The beard turned one month old today. I remember when he was just a little whisker–time flies.
It has finally hit the point in which it looks as though I am actually trying to have a beard on my face rather than looking like I fell into some ashes. I proclaimed that I would take it all the way to the first day of spring. That is def. still on.
So here it is. Side note, still cutting my own hair and I have started running again. Dropping a bit of weight each week and growing a beard has been fun.
Beard looks good. Hair? Better get Jennifer to help with that.
Do you want me to send money for a haircut?
Don't worry. I am going tomorrow to have a pro. take a look.