When I awoke this morning, the first thought bubbling up from the depths of my ever-so-tiny brain was, “I think it’s time to shave off my beard”. And so I did it before my better judgement could kick in and stop me. I would have much preferred to have the fabulous Steph at the Nite Owl do this, but there is a pandemic and all, so I used the tools at hand.

Tuffy P had to ask me some skill-testing questions, like: “When is our anniversary?” to make sure I was her actual husband and not some cheap knock-off. I apparently passed the test.