50 SHAVES of Gray

...or at least7!

We just got back from a three-state whirlwind trip to the US and Joe was in full vacation mode:
As is evident by his post-vacation scruffy face.



















In order to acclimate back into his day-to-day work life, Joe had to shave...and shave and shave.
First he cleaned up around the edges of his 'beard':

















To achieve this level of cuteness:

















Next he shaved his cheeks to create a wide goatee:

















Then a thinner goatee:

Then he had to break out the bigger shaver:

















To get his chin whiskers even skinnier:

















Until he was at the 'stach and soul patch stage:

















Then it was solo soul patch:

















Then he shaved off the last of his graying soul, scraping years off his face.
This was our sink in the aftermath:

















Then one more shave with yet another razor:

















And he ended up looking like this:

















Clean shaven and ready for work. (But not in his puppy shirt.)
Hubba-hubba!

The scruff took 10+ days to grow, then 7 SHAVES to remove.

Many thanks to my VERY patient husband for allowing me to take his picture over and over again for this post.

Before I get to my 'hairy' poem, I have a request for you dear reader:
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Now on to my poem, a stubbled Cinquain*
Whiskers
embrace Joe's chin.
A gray shadow hints at
the many vacations gone by.
Years shaved. 
©2018, Bridget Magee. All Rights Reserved.

*A cinquain is a 5-lined nonrhyming poem whereby 
the lines have the following syllable count: 2, 4, 6, 8, 2. 
The cinquain poetry form was created by Adelaide Crapsey.