Since it’s Winter and it’s been pretty darn cold the last few weeks, my husband has decided he’s going to grow a beard to keep warm. I don’t mind the look of the beard so much, but what I don’t like is the texture of it. I don’t know if it’s just because it’s in the newish stage or what but every time his face gets anywhere near me, it’s like being stabbed with a thousand tiny little needles. In fact, I’ve actually started calling my husband “Needles”; you’d think this might be a deterrent so that he’d either (a) shave that thing off or (b) stop putting his face near me. But no, the opposite has occurred. He now tries to attack me with his needle beard every single chance he gets.
And even worse? The other night we were watching the Golden Globes and practically every single actor was sporting a beard. So of course my husband says, “Hey, why are these guys copying me? I must have started a beard trend!” I think he actually believes it, too. Thanks a lot George Clooney, Jon Hamm, Robert Downey Jr., Jeff Bridges and most of all William Hurt (though his isn’t so much a beard as it is a winter blanket attached to his chin). Guess I’d better get used to needles.