The day Jacques got rid of his beard, facial hair started popping up all over the place here.

Or, more correctly, all over the face.

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They were everywhere!

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It was quite exciting.

Some were dashing:

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Some were dignified:

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Some were big:

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And some were small:

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I, for one, don’t personally like facial hair. (How did I end up married to a werewolf/lumberjack, you ask?  I still don’t know . . . He didn’t have the beard when I married him.  Or really, it was just hibernating.) But this one I found particularly cute:

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Don’t you agree?

Does your ‘stache hang low?

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Can you tie it in a knot? Can you tie it in a bow?

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Hey Philip?  You’ve got something on your lip.  Yup, riiiiiiiight there.

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Let me just . . .

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Got it!  And you’re welcome!

Then the migration started elsewhere. Things were a little askewed:

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And downright off-kilter.

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Then things got totally out of hand.

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We called her Frida.  It rhymes with Rita.