Shave - that's a five letter dirty word. I haven't shaved in 27 years and have had a mustache since I was 18. I'm not sure I even have a chin anymore. My kids wouldn't know me if I shaved. My son not only says that the hair on top of my head is falling through but that I grow it to hide as much ugly as possible. He's the one that watches out for me and says he loves me, I would hate to think what it would be like if he didn't like me.
He's really a good kid he never hangs the phone up without telling me he loves me or leaves the house with saying it and most of the time he'll kiss my bald spot. My girls are the same way. In case you hadn't noticed I'm real close to my yunguns.
I've been thinking of coloring my beard again. I go through these phases where I'll color it for a while then when the vanity wears off I let it go natural. I was going through the bathroom closet and found some beard coloring, that's what made me think of it, I hate to let it just sit and go bad. I'm so vain, ha.
- Mike Whatley (via e-mail letter)
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