So much for that beard

That didn’t last long.

It was only three weeks ago that I was bragging about my yeard (a beard grown for a year) and now, here I am, my face smooth as a baby’s butt (but not as fresh smelling.) The response from people has come in three:

Couldn’t care less;

Hate that I no longer have the yeard, or;

“That thing made you look like a flabby Viking with an iron deficiency.”

At the end of the day, I got tired of grooming the darn thing every morning. You couldn’t tell by looking at me when I had it, but I spent a good 20-minutes each morning blow drying, combing, buttering, oiling...