Somehow that title ALMOST sounded wrong. Be not alarmed however, sometimes things are not what they seem… 

While at the park with the children yesterday we came across some boy/girl scouts going about their scouty things and amongst them was an older group who were doing Greco wrestling in a mud pit... looked like fun. I couldn’t help but think how awesome it would have been if they would’ve let the girls join in on the fun... I always did like short platted skirts… happy thoughts.
But the story doesn’t end there, while lost in that daydream a group of girls approached me exclaiming in enthusiastic tones that they needed my help!?

Turns out they were young people from a local Baptist church passing out tracts and having a rally. Basically they were having a race to se who could get the most things done on their “dare” list within the allotted time. They would get more points for some things than others and apparently to get back in the running they had to knock off a couple of biggies. “So what can I do you for” I asked “…“Will you let us shave of your beard?” ... they answered with a hopeful look in their eyes and their biggest plastered smile beaming. I was moved by their enthusiasm and admired their spunkiness…

I complied; let them shave it off there and then on the park bench.

Poor children were wondering what the heck was going on.

So it is back to baby butt smooth for me and I think I knocked like 5 years of my face. I don’t like it, but oh well, it will grow back.


Told you it was harmless.