One week ago today, I took the razor to my own face and hacked my beard clean off. It had been there nearly two years, since right around the time Simon was born. We had some friends coming over to the house that night, so Ashley begged me, BEGGED I tell you, to keep just the mustache. And so...
So what do you think? Race car driver? Bear hunter? Coach? Personally, I'd go with bumbling British detective.
In case you haven't seen me in the past week, allow me to assure you that the 'stache has followed the rest of the beard down the drain.