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.
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.
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 . . .”
