While I was in the hospital, Rob did some random things, like deciding it was the right time to bring all our spare change to the Coinstar and, though he blames it on becoming distracted by someone, he got a $130 gift card for iTunes. Huh? The other thing he did was grow a goatee. He's just turned 40, so maybe it has something to do with that, but he grew this goatee and did not pick up my subtle hints that I didn't like it and he should shave it off. So, I got more aggressive and made constant, merciless fun of his little tri-color chin hairs. He finally noticed, and got all pissy that I was being "mean" and didn't shave it off. I finally resorted to offering up my wifely talents in exchange for a clean shave, and that didn't really work either. (He got into bed, and I took one look at him and said, "you may as well put on your nose strip, you didn't keep your end of the deal.")
Finally, he shaved it off, after making sure I knew it was not my constant badgering that was making him do it. Fine, fine, have it your way. Now, we are soliciting opinions on With or Without. I vote Without. Et vous?
WITHOUT! And you can tell him I said so. I'm anti-facial hair as a rule, and staunchly anti-goat.
I'd take him with or without.
Jo, you can't do that. You have to choose, and you have to be on my side.
Without . . . he is a nice looking man and with it he looks like he's trying to be his evil twin brother.
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