Today’s word from Fandango is Beard.
Personally, I don’t like them, especially when they are being grown and the bristles are hard and scratchy. I wouldn’t kiss my Dad goodnight if he hadn’t shaved.
It was therefore a relief that Ex Husband had more hair under his armpits than he could grow on his face.
Ex Partner however took great pleasure in growing a beard every winter and scratching me in the process. It made me bristle in more ways than one and I hated it, which of course made him rub his face against me even more. Yuk.
Hubby is more considerate. He doesn’t have much hair on his head (my fault), and can go a couple of days without shaving before I’d notice any stubble.
I’ve already done a post on my late BIL who shaved his black bushy beard off and I didn’t notice for months.