No-Shave November

Tessa,

Just in case you were wondering what you missed by deciding not to attend opening weekend of the 2010 deer hunting season:

Oh, you weren't wondering?  Then these will really bore you.

Ok, that last one is boring to everyone.  I don't really know if it warranted photographing in the first place, but it's on the internet now, so, oh well.  How about my beard in that first shot though?  Not bad, huh?  Between that and the plaid, I'm really channeling the ancestors.  And I suspect you're probably wishing my ancestors had been bankers or bakers or something more clean-shaven and less hands-in-the-pants-ish.  That's fair, but there's a fat lot we can do about that at this point, so flannel it is.

Also, what's the difference between plaid and flannel?  I really have no clue.  I think it's one of those square-rectangle relationships.  Like flannel is always plaid, but plaid doesn't have to be flannel.  Either way, I use them interchangeably.   Never had anyone say, "Actually, that's not a flannel shirt, it's plaid."  Then again, I suspect that people who wear flannel/plaid are less likely to be quibble about fabric than most.  They've got wrenches to turn, nails to hammer.

Okay, well if these photos whet your appetite for the frozen Northwoods, you're more than welcome to join.  I'm sure Anthropologie has something in blaze orange.

I Heart You.