Jeffrey was gone all weekend, so when he came home last night, he was quite scruffy.  He hadn't shaved since Thursday morning.  I suppose that 's ok.  After all, it was a holiday weekend, and he was working hard - selling stuff from grandpa's house and helping to load and unload stuff for people.  No need to shave.  But, this morning?  He conveniently forgot to shave.  Then, of course, he makes a point of kissing me.  Make that trying to kiss me.  It hurts!  He thinks I'm making that up, but really, it does.  He keeps saying it will get better, but all that happens is that it stops hurting and starts tickling.  I'd kind of like to enjoy kissing my husband.  It's so much nicer when there's no facial hair - and he's cuter, too!

Or maybe he does believe me, because he shaved when he took his shower tonight after mowing.  Maybe there can   be some kissing now.  Kissing is good.