Yesterday I noted to Jessica, “My beard is really growing in full now.”  I did this because it has taken it over ten years to get to the state that it is in: almost, kinda, sorta full.  She just smiled and brought up the need I had to exercise.  It’s good to be married to a woman who can artfully redirect the conversation so as to help me not feel bad for having the facial hair growing capacity of a hairless chihuahua.

As for needing to exercise I try to exercise every day, but she’s usually playing We Cheer these days while the kids are down, so it makes it hard to break in and get some time on the treadmill and watch a show at the same time.  [do you like how I artfully deflected that with an excuse?]