This past weekend was a Baby Gurr free weekend for the Beardess and me. It was our 5th anniversary since our pledge to be love partners and not share a bank account with anyone else but each other.
I remember that day like it was five years ago. I was a beardless, fine ass looking man back then in those there days when I did not have the beard.
Yep, that fine ass handsome son of a bitch fella right there beside my wife is me. Now ya’ll see why I had to grow a beard. After that ring loopdy ooped onto my left ring finger on May 17, 2008, I became absolutely irresistible to women. I had to grow the beard out to hide this gorgeousness.
Guys who want to grow a beard. The first thing you have to get your wife to accept is acceptance of the beard.
The last time I looked this cot damn handsome was at 10:04 May 17, 2008.
Ya’ll know how everyone says that the sight of the bride is supposed to take your breath away? Well if you attended our wedding, you got your breath taken away twice. Once from my beautiful bride and the next from my beautifully sculpted glimmering beardless face.
I still remember this dance right here. I surely do, I remember the shit out of it. It was our wedding night, the night of our wedding during the reception which was after the wedding. We had food and alcohol. And a DJ, some people came. It was a wedding.
We decided to head out to the Low Country of South Carolina for an abbreviated weekend, that means short for people with beards. The Low Country is the lower part of South Carolina, where food is divine, people are usually from there and only locals can actually tolerate the summers with little toleration.
Beaufort, SC was our destination. A small, quiet, quaint, little metropolis somewhat a few miles or so south of the bustling city of Charleston, SC. It was grand. We stayed at the Beaufort Inn, which was gorgeous. We ate food at a few places down there in the downtown area, close there by the bay where the water is, and a bridge.
The Confederate Jasmine is in full bloom down in the Low Country right now. It is worth a plane flight down there just to sit and drink some whiskey, beer, wine or sparkling Perrier water.
Happy 5 Years of anniversary to my beautiful bride of five years, from May 17, 2008. The Beardess. She is quiet side and my sane side. I love you!
Also, happy anniversary to the beard from the last five years. I will shave my eyebrows before you.
Ya’ll No SHave Never