Beards Rock!
I've always taken for granted that every man in my family has a beard. I kind of thought it was normal for dudes to have hairy faces. I was surprised when I entered grade school and none of my teachers had hair on their faces. Weird, right?
Here's a photo of my dad and uncles being honored at the Logger's Playday in 2008. Hairy dudes. And I should probably add that they have "Fred Flintstone" closets...remember when Fred would open his closet and he had a whole rack of the same outfit. That's my dad and uncles - white undershirt, hickory shirt, poondays* (suspenders), and work jeans with buttons to attach said poondays. Awesome.
Here's a photo of my dad and uncles being honored at the Logger's Playday in 2008. Hairy dudes. And I should probably add that they have "Fred Flintstone" closets...remember when Fred would open his closet and he had a whole rack of the same outfit. That's my dad and uncles - white undershirt, hickory shirt, poondays* (suspenders), and work jeans with buttons to attach said poondays. Awesome.
So, this morning I stumbled upon an article stating that "Beards Keep You Young, Healthy, and Handsome...". Bahaha. I assume that our my mom and aunts have known this all along, but now they've been validated. I thought it was pretty funny...except for the part where they tell us that beards are "...not just for hipsters and the homeless any more." Say What? Apparently this writer hasn't been to timber country, Alaska, or anywhere cool! :) And...how have these folks not seen Duck Dynasty? These guys are neither and they are "hap-pay, hap-pay, hap-pay".
Here's a photo of my adorable brother, with a beard...does he look homeless? I think not. Okay, I'll admit it, I totally chose a photo where he looks kind of scary...but he's not. He might be the sweetest guy you'll ever meet (besides el husbando).
Tell me you don't love beards after looking at these finely tuned specimens. I dare you. :) Happy Thursday!
*We call them poondays in our house because I couldn't say "suspenders" when I was a wee little tot. We've called them that ever since. One of my favorite things (that still happens to this day) is my dad getting ready for work/event/etc. and he yells out (every single time), "LedaMoe, I can't find my poondays". Mom yells back, "check ____ (insert drawer location)". Sometimes, he actually looks...but most of the time he plays dumb. It must work, because they've been married for forty years and they still play this little game. :)
Mom likes to dress her grand kids in poondays too...this is my favorite niece in the world - Katalina Javelina dressed by Grandma. Sass-balls. Thank goodness she doesn't have her dad's beard.



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