Grizzly Adams here. The end of November has come, which means we can all thankfully retrieve our dusty razors and hack at it. I was more than surprised, quite frankly, that I wasn’t given the “shave or else” ultimatum that I expected from my folks this Thanksgiving holiday. I was totally prepared for it, seeing as how my brother met that same fate when he tried for a little follicle freedom back in his college days. Then again, it might be because of those annoying hairless patches that were peppered throughout. Remember that cute bald thumbprint under your chin, Daniel? That was just precious…
The frequency of “did ya lose your razor?” jokes did take me by surprise, however. Seriously Uncle Troy, I’m sure you thought it was hilarious as you formulated it in your head, but my annoying uncle already beat you to it. No, not him… the other one. If I get a bunch of razors for Christmas this year, well, it will be bittersweet I suppose. With the rising cost of blades, how could I not be grateful for a fresh bounty? And here it is, your moment of Zen:
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