Face time...

Nothing to do with video messaging.

Joan likes my beard short.  So, I've been making it shorter and shorter.  At some point, it gets as pokey as when I'm first growing it.  Since I am done driving a boat with an open flybridge (for a while), I decided to shave the beard off this morning.  If you're going to do that, you ought to have some fun with it.

I started off by taking off just the hair on the chin - kinda that 70s biker movie look.  I liked it.  I was a party of one.  Joan said, "You look like you should have mutton chops."

"I can do that."

"No, you can't."

I went back in to my bathroom and brought up the mustache that was down to the bottom of my jaw; and left the jazz dot under my bottom lip.  "Beat me, daddy, 8 to the bar."

Um... no.

I took off the jazz dot and shortened the mustache just a bit more... got that Burt Reynolds "Smokey and the Bandit" look going.  "Honey, can I buy a Trans-Am?"

Um... no.

I left just a little square mustache under my nose.  Yeah, Hitler ruined that look for all eternity.  ;-)

Bare nekkid face.

No photos.  But, it happened.