
For a while now (read over six years), I have asked Rob to please grow out his facial hair. I don't know what it is about facial hair (maybe the fact that I can't grow any?) but I love it. Rob however, is not a big fan of facial hair. He feels that unshaven = unkempt, dirty, careless...on and on. I disagree. Soooo...I made Rob a deal; if he will grow out his facial hair, I will wake up each weekday morning to make his breakfast, pack his lunch and groom his beard (see what happens to your time when you quit your full-time day job?!)
The best part, and the most unexpected, is that while working on Rob's beard---trying to convince him that if groomed appropriately, his "beard" would be work-acceptable---Rob started to impersonate the Dos Equis beer guy. What followed was an hour long photo shoot of Rob, his growing beard and his impression of the Dos Equis man. Laughter and this blog entry ensued.
Enjoy and as he would say, stay thirsty, my friends.










