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Originally posted by Kimiakane:
Originally posted by Chris Kinsinger:
I only shaved it off one time. But that's a story for another day.

Oh, come on Chris...you can't just entice us with the potential of a juicy tale like that and just leave us hanging...how do you expect me to sleep tonight now?

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Originally posted by TV's Frank:
Thanks for compliment, Joan, I'm honored! I feel like I'm really part of the MM crowd now. And you'll be the first to know if I'm ever on the 'market' again!

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Joan has a new addition to the family

All these people hitting on ya, how does it feel to be mega-mom

your ever lovin' semi-adopted english half wit.

OK...OK!!!

The Case Of The Missing Beard

I first grew a beard in 1971, and I liked it. I liked the way it looked; I liked the feel of it. I knew then that I was meant to wear a beard.
I met Bonita in 1972, and we married in 1974. She never once saw me without my beard, and once or twice she wondered aloud if she ever would.
I stored that thought for later processing...
In 1976, we were invited to a costume party. Back in those days, I was still doing theatre work, and I always enjoyed playing around with stage makeup. I decided to go as a mummified alien. Kinda' like a hybrid of the standard wrinkly mummy, but with the shape of an alien being, bluish green in color.
I knew that in order to achieve this effect, it would be necessary to shave my beard, but I didn't tell Bonita about it.
The night before the party, I began working on my mummified alien hands, covering them with latex gloves, and applying alternate layers of liquid latex and cotton to the gloves, creating the wrinkled appearance. It was getting late (hee hee hee), and Bonita was ready for bed, but those hands still needed another hour or so to dry before I could remove them for the night. I told her to go on to sleep; I'd be joining her as soon as I was finished.
When I was certain that she was asleep, I headed for the bathroom, grabbed scissors, and began hacking away at my beloved beard. Finally, the shaving razor finished the job, and I looked at my bald face for the first time in over 5 years. I gently crawled into bed, and went to sleep.
The next morning, I was the first to awaken. Bonita was facing away from me. I covered my face with the blanket, so that only my eyes were visible, and I nudged her until she slowly awakened. She turned, looked at me, my eyes peeking out from the blanket, and she smiled. The smile grew a little too large for the average smile.
"You think you're so SMART, don't you? I've already seen you! I got up to go to the bathroom at about 4 AM, and when I came back to bed, I saw your face, and almost hit the ceiling! I sat next to you and just LOOKED at you for about an hour!"

Drat...I slept through the big payoff.

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Originally posted by Chris Kinsinger:
and she smiled. The smile grew a little too large for the average smile.
"You think you're so SMART, don't you? I've already seen you! I got up to go to the bathroom at about 4 AM, and when I came back to bed, I saw your face, and almost hit the ceiling! I sat next to you and just LOOKED at you for about an hour!"

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Great story!! Bonita sounds really nice. If you have a pic of yourself in costume be sure to post it sometime.

Either that or after seeing her partner's countenance for the first time she was frozen with Terror and couldn't move because of total shock!! Just kidding Chris!!