Showing posts with label mutton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mutton. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

ChopWatch '08 : Week 1

3 days later I am still battered and bruised from the Slip 'n' slide. Perhaps we should've heeded the "not for adult use" warning imprinted onto the plastic. What fools we are.

Still...so much fun. Video exists, but it's not in my possession. If it falls into my lap, I'll review to see how stupid I really look and maybe post. Maybe.

But that is not what today's post is about. Today's post, my fine four-fendered friends, is to introduce a science experiment. Today, we're going to talk about ChopWatch '08(TM).

This is the Missus.

If there ever existed a more innocent looking baby face on a 27 year-old man, I've never met it. The face or the man.

I can't remember exactly how or why we thought it needed to happen, but my friends and I have decided that the Missus must and will grow himself some manly chops. Not so much the Ulysses S. Grant mutton chops of yore...just a little somethin' in an exaggerated sideburn.

Poor boy. I have no idea how I got him to agree to such an endeavor. He's certainly not happy about it. It's only week one and already he complains of itchiness and low self esteem. Pish posh, I say. They'll be fabulous. So what if there are chunks missing.


What you're seeing here is about two days of growth. I realize there are men in this world who have to shave twice a day to prevent five o'clock shadow. The Missus is not one of those men. ChopWatch '08(TM) will be a photo journal with weekly installments until he either succeeds in utilizing facial hair as a badass accessory OR we give up because it looks terrible and splotchy and I take pity on him. I do not believe the latter will occur. I see things through, damnit, and so shall he.

Ok, so I did promise him something in exchange for exposing himself to such ridicule. In the event of a successful growth...he will have earned the right to a better blog nickname. And by "better" I mean non-emasculating. Though he'll continue to make me dinner and do the dishes and drive me around and whatnot...so I'm not sure what he'd be trying to prove. As Batman says..."it's what you do that defines you". Or maybe it was the chick who said that. Whatever.

ChopWatch '08(TM). Who needs the Olympics with the promise of such excitement? Such suspense. Such shenaniganery.

Stay tuned.