The 'Dad Beard' Project

Back in 2008, I launched a project over at Thunder Matt's Saloon called The Mustache Diaries. This modest column brought America to it's knees. I named my mustache Dale. The whole process only lasted 19 days. For 1 of those 19 days, I looked like a registered sex offender. According to some, I looked that way all 19 days.

As we all know, mustaches are oh so 2008. America has moved on to beards now. And what better time to try my hand at a beard then on the eve of becoming a father? Having decided against spanking as a form of punishment, I now have the ole' Chin Pie in my back pocket when the kid acts up. Plus, now I can get away with labeling it a 'dad beard' instead of a 'hipster beard'. (Although I will look a lot cooler now when I drink PBR.)

Of course, as I discussed in the Mustache Diaries, I have to deal a giant hurdle; that hurdle being my alarming lack of testosterone. The goal is to grow this thing at least through the due date of our first wily little sprite or until I scratch my face off, whichever comes first.

I need to do this to prove it to myself. To validate my manhood. The dawning of a new era. An era where shirtless men with beards ride high atop steeds, brandishing tridents and laughing in deep, rich tones. Welcome to the Dad Beard Project.

Day 5

Comments: Very itchy with a touch of gray/grey. The irony of it all is that I'm trying to abstain from beer/liquor for the month of October, yet I look like I just got off a 5 day bender.

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