BYE BYE BEARDO!

After our Grand Canyon adventure, Scott had achieved a level of scruffy that was edging closer and closer to a serious fuzzy beard. We felt it would have been a shame to rid our lives of all that hard work and persistent beard growing. We enjoyed it for a while, but I think Scott was getting a little ancy to shave. He started getting food caught in his beard. He started combing it at night. We found critters hiding in it on occasion. It was time to shave. Scott, the weirdo that he is, did what all guys do post-BYU when they can finally have a beard and realize all they want to do is get rid of it, he shaved it in sequence. He went from an Abe Lincoln to a Mad Dog (these are his terms). At one point I went into the bathroom and he was playing an air guitar and wearing his non-prescription glasses. I guess his beard trim was an "artistic" one, with a little bit of goatee (is that how I write it?)/ side burn action. Anyways... what fun facial hair can be!

This one is a real beauty....