Who's got two thumbs and didn't even bother to comb his hair today? That guy.

Here it is, the culmination of a month of focused beard growing. Sadly, this is about as good as it gets. I've tried wearing it for considerably longer on a few occasions and the handlebar area never fills in, which is hardly ideal. There are some facial hair options that don't include it, but none of the cool ones.

I'd like to thank everyone who participated and commented over the past month, particularly Laura for her wife's perspective, which generated the most traffic during the month. And, of course, Kris, for the entertaining idea.

I'm sorry that I didn't get all the features I had planned implemented in a timely fashion. I threw it together on a lark right before November 1, at which time I needed to focus primarily on NaNoWriMo.

If there's interest, we'll do it again next year, with hopefully a better website behind it. Maybe we'll try to collect a few dollars for charity, as well, in the process.

What?

The penultimate day.

This is all I have to show for it.

I think I see it

This is me after Thanksgiving II: Electric Boogaloo.

My mom served it up for my family yesterday, but we had to host for Mrs. Bob's family today.

We cleaned, cooked and baked up a storm. It was awesome, but I'm exhausted.

The secret to good pie crust, apparently, is that it looks like you haven't used quite enough shortening.

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Had to perform a little Thanksgiving day trim. Reclaimed a little bit more neck. I'm still looking for the right line under there.

How's the weather down there?

Day twenty-six.

Even the cows have stopped talking to me.

Tried to make friends with the roosters.

But they're a bunch of cocks.

I don't know how to use it, and it would probably break if I tried. Kinda looks the business, though, doesn't it?

There can be only one.

Therefore, I volunteer to shave mine off on the first.

Yeeeehaw!

I'm writin' a country song all about how my beard left me, my wife broke down, and the truck got fleas.

Or somethin'.

Aw, hell, it don't matter none, just so long as it's got a beat you can line dance to and y'all can mumble along with the chorus.

WERDZ

I am teh NaNo zombie.

I have no words left. Sorry. Picture only.

Again.

In hindsight, while showing off the lower beard might be a good idea, one should avoid the up-the-nose shot.

I trimmed.

Posing for the mint

I need to re-trim.