It’s back with an early mutton-chop, but I may just have a soft spot for someone whose last name is Jagr.
One great thing about the mutton chop? You get to shave the whitest bit of your beard, on your chin. But I think I may be finally accepting mine. I’m off to see my folks soon and my mum so hates the beard I’ve trimmed it right down for her (all moms, I’ve come to learn, want their sons to look permanently 14). The white – don’t let anyone tell you it’s gray – is now staring others in the face. And they say I look younger. I guess I should always listen to Aaron. And all of you.
The Dish 