Quitter

you have no excuses for ping pong tomorrow…

Better luck next time. Maybe just a soul patch or something to get you started. kind of like training wheels. The key to a good beard i think is not making it look like your trying. This gives people the impression that you are so stinking busy you don’t have time to shave. Or perhaps that you are a hobo. I generally hear the second one. But you should give it a try, no beard trimmers or lotions man, that is just disrespecting the beard. A full on neck beard now that’s the look you should go for. Just got done exercising by the way. you two are going down..

I suggest something from our popular product line .

Quitters unite!

I’m just so disappointed right now I can’t even look at you…

Baby don’t be like that!

Okay this is pathetic – Jason seriously waited until I was asleep before he snuck out of the house to go exercise!!??? Drew, I think you look better without the beard. Sorry! Plus, security guards always linger around Jason when he’s sporting excess facial hair due to being ‘stinking busy.’ You want to avoid that, don’t you?

So Evil Drew has returned you from the mirror universe then?

He has. I spent some time at Bizarro Duo while I was gone, but it wasn’t that much different than ours…

You’re right, Nicola, you Johnsons are suspect enough as it is. That includes your fitness challenge time recording capabilities. I’m counting the time I spent shaving. Killer bicep workout, really wailed on ‘em for awhile (kisses flexed arms). For everyone not in on the joke, the in-laws challenged the Mylers to a fitness-off during the holidays. If you’re like me, you think that’s just plain mean. Holidays is fer eatin!

Thank goodness that “thing” is gone. Your face looked like I needed to spit on my fingers and clean off all the dirt, Mom-spit being the universal cleaner. You’ve made me endure your shaved head, an evil looking goatee and now a beard that made little chidren on the street stop and stare at you. I deserve a break!

Mom’s never like beards on their sons, do they? No offense, Drew’s Mom, but my theory is that it takes away all illusions that their son is still a boy (I would add that it reminds them of their own age, but that’s harsh). Okay, it’s less of a theory than something I just thought up.

Sorry to see the beard go so soon. Drew’s Beard, we hardly knew thee! Oh well… if too many guys grow beards, the web meet-ups will start looking like lumberjack meet-ups.

I just love that Drew’s mom reads his blog.

Did you have to “smather” much shaving lotion over your face for beard removal? Ella is happier now that her uncle looks normal.

Drew, I’m more than a little disappointed you didn’t follow Weeks’ lead and shave in phases, taking photos of yourself with various interesting facial hair, like a human Wooly Willy. I think everyone would have liked seeing you with porkchops and a fu manchu.

Had the beard survived until the holidays, Ella’s reaction would’ve easily sealed its fate. One shriek of dismay and I would’ve been at the bathroom mirror, razor in hand, smathering shaving cream like a madman.

The thought of sitting in a client meeting with a fu manchu is quite amusing…

That actually happened to me when I was little. My dad had a moustache and shaved it off when I was around 1.5, 2 years old… He came out of the bathroom and I started crying, not knowing who he was…

Believe in the Fu, Drew… Trust the Fu. The Fu will never lead you astray… Could you dare call it a Drew Manchu? Or perhaps a Fu ManDrew? I think for those reasons alone you need to grow one. It’ll be a little birthday gift for the missus…

Drew Manchu — that’s awesome. However, Katie said she liked the sound of Fu ManDrew better. You ought to take a poll to see which one is the preferred name.

About Ella — I’ve recently ditched the electric razor for the old fashion smathering of shaving cream. Whenever I’m shaving and Katie carries Ella by the bathroom door, I can’t resist showing Ella my funny face full of shaving cream. Her eyes look like they’re about to pop out of her head. And Cassie (our dachshund, for other readers) just tries to reach up and lick it off my face.

(By the way, Drew and Katie, I wonder how many people reading this page know how and why your Uncle Frank made up that word, SMATHER. (He tried to combine “Smatter” and “Slather” to empty his Scrabble tray of all 7 tiles.) Hey, it may not be an actual word, but it’s a great word nonetheless. We obviously still use it to this very day.

Fu ManDrew – awesome.