L’s Mother’s Only Response To My Horror Was “I Thought You Looked Fine.”

So for two years in a row now L’s Mother and I have remembered our anniversary, but I’m not personally convinced just yet this is the start of a trend because this year’s anniversary was one of those round number milestone ones that people make hard to forget. Regardless, in honor of this we decided to declare an “anniversary weekend” to celebrate (in home), and even scheduled Friday and Monday off to make it an extra long weekend. (Business obligations precluded us for taking the actual date off, so this seemed like a good compromise.)

But I suppose it wouldn’t be our anniversary if something wasn’t forgotten, and today, having properly looked in the mirror for the first since Thursday, I realized I had forgotten to shave to the extent that even the Man of La Mancha production would have sent me home . . .

Since I Couldn’t Find A Production Near Me, I Decided I’d Better Trim

Me:  (thinking to myself)  I may have gone a little too long since I last trimmed my beard.

Me:  (after contimplating my reflection in the mirror for a few moments)  It’s fine so long as I’m planning to audtion for the role of Don Quixote in Man of La Mancha.

I Was Deeply Offended (Because Her Joke Was Better Than Mine)

Lala got me some beard conditioner for Father’s Day because there have been one too many “Ouch!  Pokey!” complaints from the household of late, and I wanted to give some conditioner a shot.  When she gave it to me I found myself looking mildly askance at the brand name, “Naked Prince.”

“I prefer princesses, given a choice . . .” I started to say, but Lala both cut me off and topped my intended joke.

“Especially for rubbing on your face,” she concluded for me as innocently as it’s possible to say something like that innocently.

Actually, It’s Surprising That It Took This Long

Considers self in mirror, then thinks, “Well . . . I had a good run, but I think we all knew that I’d end up with the ‘evil twin goatee‘ sooner or later . . .”