...but, he's growing a beard and for that reason he must be destroyed.
This man who knows me better than anyone else and therefore knows my stance on facial hair, decided a few days ago that he wasn't going to shave. I'm not sure why he's felt it necessary to punish me in this manner. As wives go I'm tops, I assure you. I'm awesome. Seriously. A-Mazing.
So because I love this man more than life itself, I decided I needed to draw him as a yard gnome with a fluffy beard.
The first part of this entry was written while I was still at work earlier today. Josh leaves for work after I do therefore I didn't see him until he got home this evening. He shaved this morning. After he pointed this out to me, my only response was "Huh... well, that's unfortunate considering what I drew today." I was still made to live with stubble-face for the better part of four days so...