Hedgehogs Running Amok

Okay let me get this out of the way. Laura you are the BEST! You are the epitome of blogdom. All should bow down before your greatness. You rule, I drool. I was beaten by a girl. Did I miss anything? Oh, yeah! Your $10,000 dollar prize will be in the same box as the birthday gift that is sitting on my dresser. In other words, come get it, unless you want to wait.

The picture above is the sun as seen from my front yard through the smoke of the Ethan fire. Yeah, it is that close. I was driving home talking to my twin when about a mile from my house it began to snow. Then I realized that it was unlikely to snow at 105 degrees Fahrenheit. It was ash from the fire. Freaky. The fire fighters are getting it under control, but it is going to take some time. It is now 2200 acres and growing.

When I arrived at my house, I looked up, ran into the house to get the camera and ran out and caught this sight on disk. Cool, huh?

So back to my gloating twin who likes J’s more than L’s when she is exercising, I started to tell her a story, but then thought better of it. I like telling stories, the problem is that once it gets out, I don’t have any ambition to write it. So I stopped myself, and told her she would have to read it here.

I usually don’t sport facial hair. Though I love men with facial hair, I don’t grow it myself, because… well to be honest, I think it makes me look evil. This will come in handy when I want to take over the world, but right now, where I am in my master plan, I need to look trustworthy and honest. The thing is that I don’t shave on the weekends. And for me the weekend was longer than most so by Monday, I had a nice facial growth.

There is another reason that I don’t grow facial hair. Someone I know can shave in the morning and have a full beard by nightfall. Like some freaky werewolf on hormones, JP is one hairy bastard. And he continually makes fun of my facial hair or lack thereof. So when I woke Monday morning, JP was ragging on my about shaving. To be a little different, I shaved everything but my upper lip and my chin. When I showed it to him, he was very complimentary and dragged me off into the woods. He asked me to keep it for a while. So I told him he could have it until I return from vacation August 12^th.

Fast forward through the good bits and what it got me, to today when I returned to work. I could not believe the response to it. Women all over the office were coming up to me telling me how good it looked. It was like a revolving door. My ego would have been stroked if I were straight, but it was just annoying. I felt like I was on display. Okay, truly my ego was a little stroked, but truthfully, it isn’t even grown out yet. It looks like I have just hit puberty. Sadly, it will probably stay that way, but at least I can say I tried.

And there is one other thing. I can’t stop touching my goatee. It is strange, because I am used to touching JP’s and living vicariously through him, but now I have my own. What do I need him for?

Oh… Yeah… There is that.