It's the time of year when JR starts getting a little antsy. He has been wanting to try a little something new with the facial hair. This was the final result, a friendly mutton-chop. Yes, that is the technical term. Problem is, that once he got all spiffied up he then remembered he had to call in for jury duty. Of course, they wanted him! He thought that the new haircut would make him look untrustworthy of such a duty, but as it turns out - no. He was selected as Juror #1.
This was the final day. He kept it for a week. I really, really like it. His co-workers said they liked it, but then started to offer to compensate him financially if he would add a permed mullet. So, he's not sure if they were on his side. So, the whole thing is gone and now it looks like I'm married to a fifteen-year-old. JR feels that I'm holding a grudge because he didn't 'do what I said'. I'm sad at the lack of facial hair. I just have to wait another week . . . . . . . . . . . . .
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