Anyone who knows me at least a little well knows I’m not a huge fan of hair–especially on men. Knowing this, God blessed me with a husband who pretty much cannot grow facial hair. The other day we’re at the store, and I look at him and see an abnormal amount of facial hair. I point out that he needs to shave. His reply: “This is my unemployment beard.” Huh? Um..gross. He tells me that he intends to continue to grow out said beard until he starts looking for a job. Mind you, this is over a month away. We don’t have one of these marriages where we tell each other what to do, so I just kind of give him a helpless look and whine a little bit. Then we move on and continue our shopping. Luckily for me, we had a big date night the following weekend. He felt badly for me and shaved. Whew. It seems to have gone away for now at least. Good thing, too. It’s really not that great.