Sunday, December 8, 2013

I don't know how to wear a beard

At the family Christmas party last Saturday night, I received this white elephant gift, a Santa hat and beard.  When I put the beard on, everyone burst into loud laughing--more laughter than simply donning a white beard would deserve.  It was because I thought the opening was for my nose.


Going, going . . .


  1. I think I bit my tongue from loud laughing. It's 2am and my roommate is sleeping next door. Still laughing. This post brings me delight like a most beloved star. Nose Beard. I vote we should dub thee 'nose beard,' lady of the glad dream.

  2. When I first read the title, I thought you were moaning about actual whiskers you were growing. It happens sometimes you know. Glad to hear it wasn't THAT.

  3. It's nearly midnight as I read this. I have so much to do but reading your blog while I print letters to accompany our Christmas cards is keeping me entertained. You are soooo funny!!