HAPPY to be growing for mammaries!

It was noted yesterday that all of my pictures thus far have featured a downturned lip, so this is provided as a clear example that I am capable of other facial expressions. Much like Wesley noted of himself last year, I am incapable of taking a normal picture, so don't expect to see me in any "traditional smiling poses," unless I have been taken unawares.

And you will not take me unawares.

I have continued to convalesce from a dread respiratory tract illness, but my face has proceeded to pour it's down-time effort into pushing out hair. Look upon this Day 2 chin-darkening and tremble, gentlemen!

My sincerest of thanks to all of you who have donated thus far. I am deeply humbled that I have attracted the sponsorship I have received, and I echo Bob and the others at our amazement and gratitude for your generosity on everyone's behalf.

There are still four weeks left, however. Our chins shall not let you down... and we have not yet begun to fight!

Or, grow. Grow, I mean. Yes.

Sensation: the errant breeze barely registers as abnormal

Palpation: coarsely granular along the maxilla, with a lawn of finely-bendable hair nubbins lower down

Personal satisfaction rating: 4 (out of 5 Norsemen)