FoxTrot Classics by Bill Amend for July 05, 2018

not sleeping on the sofa, but rather in the yard, huh?

You might have dodged a bullet, Roger. Given how frigid Andy’s being you’d probably get frostbite.

She’s flipping out because he decided he wanted to grow a beard on his own face? That’s ridiculous! He needs to put his foot down! All women aren’t like that are they?

Nobody will ever make me sleep anywhere other than my own bed! If a woman is so mad she doesn’t want her husband in bed with her then she needs to find somewhere else to sleep!

Beards are terrible, they’re so scratchy.

So happy husband does not keep a beard, our son does yet not married. I would not have husband sleep outside if he did have a beard which is scratchy. House we used to live in I wished plenty of times had an extra bedroom with bed to sleep in, I would sit in living room and read, now we have extra room but became book room and computer room, no room for a bed.

Andy is a friggin’ control freak. He contributes to the house, his name is on the mortgage, he does not have to sleep on the couch or in a tent.

It’s his face, he can do what he wants to it whether she likes it or not. There may be consequences, however he can do what he wants.

Maybe he can be the same to her if she wears makeup (I hate makeup), or has her hair cut a certain way. What’s good for the goose……

I gave up trying to grow a beard years ago. Just not in my genes I guess. Wake up, Roger. Might be your problem too.

Or you could just file this under the worse of " for better, for worse" vow part.

So what’s wrong with a beard anyway? Admittedly the “growing out” phase is difficult, but I was under the impression women liked that, at least at the 3 or 4 days mark (cue Don Johnson in the “Miami Vice” period)! Keep in mind that a full beard is what we should naturally look like. As I often tell my wife (paraphrasing from “Star Trek” [episode “The Cage”]) in reference to my beard and longer hair: “This is the male’s true appearance”.

I discovered that a beard is a perfect example of the saying: “Be careful what you wish for, you might get it!”. When I was about 17, around 1970, and trying to grow out a decent beard, I wished I had a beard as thick as my father and grandfather had. Well, I got it, and have had to deal with that all my adult life.

Maybe Andy should quit shaving her pits and legs and see how Roger feels. I bet he won’t even notice.

My husband has had a beard for most of our 45 years of marriage. I love it!