k let me start out by saying that Clint always has scruffy. I’ve only ever seen him clean shaven a handful of times since I met him. When he does trim it up, he uses trimmers without a guard. It’s never a clean shave. I’m used to this and it doesn’t bother me at all. That being said…. He grew a beard. It was a pretty burly beard. It started curling over his lips and the whiskers started getting split ends. I told him I thought he better trim it up. I NEVER tell him what to do when it comes to his facial hair. He said, “When you get pregnant I’ll get rid of it.” UMMM WHAT?!?!?! That came out of nowhere. The plan had always been to wait a bit longer. I’m not sure why he’s baby hungry these days, but I said no way grow your stinkin’ beard because I’m not getting pregnant.
Shortly after that conversation he trimmed things up. Everything except for the mustache. He looks great! SO great it makes me want to rush and make his second child right now. Ok not even close. It’s disgusting. I hate it. I’m embarrassed for him. He said he has to have it for March mustache madness. If I have to deal with this thing for the entire month of March I might come after him with the trimmers while he’s sleeping. He’s been sick and worked from him last Friday.
It’s probably good he stayed home since people at his work are telling him he looks like a porn star.
p.s. I made him that beanie.
