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.

I’ve been going for a new look lately. You see, Cheryl has been away from the office for a good while now, so I thought I would try to make her feel at work. I’m cultivating an “I’m on felony probation” look. It’s rather easy. You don’t shave, you put yourself on the 48 hour hygiene plan, and all systems are go!

What surprises me the most is that she hasn’t said anything yet. Childbirth must really be painful. Ooh, that’s a thought. Could it be that she’s so caught up with the post trauma discomfort that she just hasn’t noticed? Maybe I should shave for her baby shower tomorrow?

Nah.