Ever since Elk hunting season, way back in November, Curtis retained his (very prickly) beard. He claimed that he needed it for warmth during rainy, chilly bike commutes to and from work. But, he promised to shave it once Portland hit 70 degrees.
Well, today was our lucky day. We got to enjoy a soccer game under beautiful blue skies and then weeding and planting the raised beds with glorious sunshine on our shoulders.
Of course, there was one other fantastic result of the gorgeous day: a shaved Curtis! Lucy was overjoyed to kiss a nonprickly cheek!
1 comment:
I am in full support of a clean-cut-Curtis(CCC). Hopefully you can pursued him to shave until November.
oxoxox
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