Crumbs and Boogers . . .

Okay, I know some of you hate my goatee.  However, some of you have actually said you like it. (Thank you.) Regardless of public opinion, I'm having fun growing it for the time being.  I'm not married to it, so it's not a life commitment or anything.  It's just good to do something different.  Since we can't rearrange our faces like changing the furniture, when we want variety we're pretty much limited to color and texture. (Of course, you can pay big bucks to "rearrange the furniture," but you can't ever return it to its original position!) Although women can't do much with texture on their faces (nor would they want to!), we guys can always add "carpet" or a "throw rug" to our facial ensemb.

BUT, with the facial hair, I do have one major phobia...maverick crumbs and boogers.  So if any of you happen to see either dwelling where they don't belong--PLEASE tell me.  I hereby entitle (BEG) you to do so.  Neither of us has to be embarrassed about it.

(Other than when written by Matt Walker, I'm not sure the word "booger" is considered appropriate for a blog.  If I have offended you, I sincerely apologize.  Even if I have, if you see a runaway crumb or booger on my face, please inform me!!!)

BTW - I learned on my new phone today, that 499 years ago today, Henry VIII was crowned King of England.  Cool idea:  Let's throw a big 500th anniversary party next year!!!! Potluck, anyone!?!?! (With HIS beard and table manners, he must have really struggled with crumbs and boogers, but nobody was brave enough to inform him of such.   If he was happy to kill off or exile his wives, what would he do to a lowly crumbfinder?)