When there is too much time on hands. My husband.

During the Norway trip Neil didn’t shave. Which resulted in this:


For a while there I was wondering who looks better, my dad or Neil:


By the way, I don’t think I would even recognize my dad without a beard. My whole adult life he’s had one. By the way, normally he doesn’t wear funny hats like that.

I wasn’t complaining about Neil, at least he wasn’t going for this:


Be prepared for the best:

The in-between stage for a few days looked like this:


Needless to say that every time I looked at him, I busted out laughing. Especially when he puckered his lips, sent me a kiss with a wink and said “Hey baby”.

But now he is back to the clean-cut boring old self.