Krissa and I are going to Houston this weekend.
We have an awe-inspiring line-up of Krissa's friends in Texas to meet, and I'm really looking forward to it.
Tomorrow also marks a bit of a milestone in the visa/residency process. I am off to Jackson Heights to have a 'Biometrics' appointment, where I'll have my photograph, fingerprints and (one can only assume, given the word 'biometrics') measurements taken.
What kind of measurements these will be only time will tell.
I hope the US Government hasn't taken up the long defunct art of Phrenology, the practise of predicting or assessing personality traits through the dimensions and shape of the skull, because I had mine done ages ago and I have the head formation of a demented garden shears-wielding maniac.
That sort of thing doesn't look too good in a file.
Also, something you may have missed whilst following the course of my life through the medium of text - I have a very hairy face at the moment. This Friday will mark a month without shaving, as I am a curious boy and from prior experience I know that attempting an assault on Mount Beard is a lot easier without an office of peers with nothing better to do than think up novel and amusing ways of asking you what is wrong with your face.
Krissa also made noises of curiosity when I tabled the motion to grow, although to be fair her reactions on that scale have wavered between recoiling (at the three to four day long scratchy phase) and peering in a sort of compelled fascination (now).
Last night I hovered over a very difficult decision - to shampoo or not to shampoo? I mean, we aren't talking Old Testament, full-on, whoops-I've-lost-my-toothbrush kind of lengths just yet, but it's hair, right? You don't use normal bar soap on your head hair, but on the other hand, you do use it on any...other...hair you might...have. (I have a sudden image of my Mother and my Mother in Law having an email discussion about this post...)
So what do you do? I settled for washing my face in the normal way, as well as just rubbing a bit of shampoo around the place in a generalised, not really trying kind of way just in case it is completely wrong.
The turn up of all this is, in their recorded pictures of me in my official status as a legal full-time resident of the United States, the government will have me down as 'a bit of a beardy'.
Photos .......
Neither soap nor shampoo. My dear husband uses conditioner, and insists it is the only thing to use on a beard. I recommend it, too, as the person on the receiving end.
Thank you, um, nobody.
Houston! Chez moi.
You're welcome.=)
Alas, Nobody's husband may use only conditioner, but that means his beard isn't clean, just slick. (Note I'm under the impression that conditioner does only as it's called - conditions.)
Stu, if you want my opinion, just find something that lathers nice and have at it. Don't worry about right or wrong!