That's how it feels right now with this beard on the go. I know I said last night that I was going to grow a beard for Christmas (that sounds like it could be a Christmas song) but by Britney's thong it's hard. I do this every time... my stubble starts off very short and prickly and damaging to My Better Half's face. Then it gets longer and softer to the touch, and then it get's to this stage - even longer but for some reason very very itchy. Almost to the point of it stinging. I will give it a couple more days, and if it doesn't improve or gets worse, I will wuss out again and shave it off. I do want to persevere though, as I think it'll be comical to see me with a proper beard. I could then shave it off and just have a manly mustache, like a 70's porn star but ginger.
In other news..
With 10 days left until the holidays, I have all but finished my shopping, which is nice. I have to get something for my mum (I know, what she really wants she can't have and she's not in the mood at all but I have to try and get her something, don't I?) and My Better Half and I need to get a last few bits for number one son, but apart from that I'm done.
I honestly don't know how I am going to feel about Christmas this year. It'll be the first one I have spent away from my parents (I mean ever. Every Christmas day since I've been born I have been with my mum & dad. This year I won't be) and obviously with my dad gone... I don't know. I might be fine and dandy, or I might be a mess.
But hey, let's not bring the mood down eh?
No plans tonight. City on TV tomorrow night (B I G game away against Spurs) and that's about all I've got planned this week.
Have a lovely Tuesday everyone.
Soundtrack of the day: The Bloodhound Gang and The Shins.