Life in the Girls’ Dorm

Dear Sirs,

This is a courtesy notice to remind you that we are now nearing the midway point of No-Shave November. Thought I’d share a picture of where I stand as an encouragement to you (J. Sanchez) to continue in this hairy venture. The beard is not as strong as it has been. But where my beard is weak, my resolve is strong.

“Continue to fight the good fight of the beard. Hold fast to the beard to which you were called.”
1 Beardithy 6:12ish

*** As an added bonus, please note (Shane) the button down oxford shirt. It’s not much, but it is a fair distance from my usual semi-soiled t-shirt and hoody. While this is certainly not the fashion show you might have desired, it is partial proof of the renaissance de couture in its burgeoning stages.

In a conversation last week I made a mention that I wouldn’t mind starting to dress “nicer.” My dress has always been a source of interest to those in my life. From Seth Barker wearing his hat “like Brandon Mick” to my in-laws, not-so-subtly, buying me a suit for my birthday last year to someone borrowing a shirt from me to use as a Halloween costume this year. For some reason, my appearance seems to summon all sorts of emotive responses from people.

All of that is fine. I’m used to it. But when I said that I wouldn’t mind starting to dress “nicer,” my wife responded, “Well that’s nice, you are almost thirty.”

Nice honey. Nice.