Super Cougar

I love my husband, no matter what he looks like. He could have a third eye, and extra finger, or that tree disease, and I would still want to get a piece of that. Okay, maybe not if he had the tree disease, but I would still give him a cuddle. My point here is that I don't care what he looks like, I love Ryan. I just prefer him with a beard. And now, the beard is gone.

I'm sure you have all seen stories on the news about school administrators who humiliate themselves if students reach a certain goal. Ryan is now one of them. He promised the kids that if they raised $750 in a week for cancer research he would shave it off -- since it is his source of all power and magic. The little bastards came through (with the help of teachers, thanks guys), and so today the clippers came out. Now it looks like I am married to a very large 12 year old.

See? For the next two weeks he's going to be ID'd to buy Diet Coke. I made him a drink tonight and shut the drapes before I let him have it so the neighbors wouldn't call Child Protective Services. Amaya and Luke tried to beat him up for his lunch money.

Well, I guess it could be worse. The other guy had to shave his head and wear a dress. Next time though I'm hoping Ryan will get off easy and just have to kiss a pig or something.