Perhaps the most flattering picture of me in existence. Damn, but I'm a sexy beast...

Natalie recently pointed out two things of late: 1. that my shiny chin is not nearly so shocking of a sight as she had anticipated, and 2. it would help her to overcome this perception if I demonstrated an appropriate level of fear in response. So, here you have it - the utmost terror of the Halloween shearing roiled up from the depths of my soul and deforming my facial muscles out of revulsion.

This was made easier for me to recall by considering the utter horror of yesterday's pic. But don't merely take my word for it, oh no. It seems Mr. Johnson, after gazing on my countenance, is unable to find the goodness in his dreams, and Mr. Miller was so startled by it's freakishness that he declared it his scary picture of the day. To this end, while providing the requested "shock," I decided that Day 3's image need to show a far more attractive, soothing sight.

If look past my Adonis-like visage - and keep trying, I know it's hard, but you'll get there eventually - you can plainly observe an encroaching darkness signifying the lush, if not entirely uniform, growth of a well-supported facial garden. I continue to fertilize with your generosity.

Sensation: mild neck-line itchiness

Palpation: diffuse scratchy nubbins that could, in a pinch, sand Ikea-grade pressboard

Personal satisfaction rating: 4 (out of 5 Norsemen)