Here's the beard story in a nutshell.
I grew a beard. I was asked to be in a show. The director of the show asked if I would darken my beard, so that I didn't look so 'mature'. I told Jim about this conversation and he went to the director's Facebook wall and wrote something to the effect of "Darken it?!?! You were supposed to have him get rid of it!!"
At the next rehearsal, the director asked me to get rid of the beard. I laughed it off, accusing her of being intimidated by Jim's idle threats.
A few rehearsals later, she brought it up again, asking me to shave it off.
I reluctantly agreed.
I'm not sure if she was using Jim's comments as a 'cover-up' - meaning that all along she wanted me to get rid of the beard, but didn't want to be the 'bad guy' in asking me to shave it off.
Or, if she really didn't care either way, and was trying to remain on Jim's good side by having me get rid of the beard.
Either way, I'm fine with it.
Since the beard was disappearing, I decided to have some fun in the process.
I hope no one is offended by my shirtlessness. ;-)
If you are, I say: "Get over it Prudy McPrudington!!!"
NOT a good look for me....I repeat....NOT a good look.
Bye Bye Beardie!!!