Matt Scared Me. Bad.

On the marriage scale of "who scares the other more" I'm the winner. I'm the one who jumps out from dark corners and yells boo. I'm the one who once told Matt that after the doctor cuts the umbilical chord, the mother keeps her end and it just hangs out like a permanent tail. I let him believe that for approximately 6 hours before revealing the truth. He got a dozen gray hairs and wouldn't speak to me for the rest of the night.

But this time Matt scared me. Bad.



He participated in "No Shave November." He didn't shave for the whole month and grew a full beard. But then December came and it was time for the facial hair to go. He left the room and came back a while later. He sat next to me on the couch. I didn't look at him and then he cleared his throat. I turned to face him. I screamed. Mostly because I didn't recognize him momentarily.

"Just wait, if you think THIS is good..." he stated and ran from the room.

And then he came back looking like this.

"Please just shave," I asked.

"What? You don't like it?" he teased.

"Well, I could always stop waxing and grow one too."

Matt laughed for a second and then did a double take to see if I was serious. Which I was.

"I'll go shave right now."

I win.