No, I’m not talking about my sex life.

Yesterday I was toying with the idea of growing out my scruff considering there are new traces of grey.  You know, if it works for Clooney, why not me, right?  So how did I go from this yesterday…

To THIS today…

Pretty simple, actually.  Here’s how the convo went down:

Gutless (ME):  *to Sandy* “So, I’m thinking about growing out my scruff, you know, Clooney.

Sandy:  I don’t like scruff.

Gutless:  Yeah, but…Clooney…

Sandy: I only like scruff when I use your face to scratch an itch.

So I shaved this morning.  My attempt at growing some facial hair halted by my wife’s disdain for it.  If you’re wondering where my cojones are, check Sandy’s purse.