hair club for men

Every fall, for the past few years, my husband forgets he owns a razor.



This ritual begins every September in preparation for Halloween. He never knows exactly what his costume will be, but it always involves facial hair of some sort. Last year, a caveman. The year before that, manly dude with huge, huge sideburns and aviator sunglasses. And I think his best costume was when he went as a homeless man. He had our entire ward thinking he was the real thing at the trunk-or-treat. It was awesome.

This year he's decided to also let his hair grow long and lengthy. We still have a month left of this yearly tradition of his, not sure if I'll be able to recognize him when he finally shaves.

One funny thing is that there are two, older men in our ward who sport the bearded look year-round and they've commented on how nice Aaron's beard is looking and want him to not shave it.

I've told him it has to be gone on November 1st or else I'm going to stop shaving my legs.