War of the whiskers

Last night I wrote an entry about shaving. It was very late. This morning I woke up and said good morning to my wife and children. The first words out of my wife’s mouth were not “good morning”, but rather, “you are shaving for my shower.”

So I shaved. Some things are just not worth the effort. And seeings how the scrub was the product of sloth, we all know I haven’t been really big on effort this last week or so anyway.