Rand is growing out his beard.
I know, I know. This is supposed to be a travel blog, right? And for the most part, my husband’s facial hair plays very little role in our travel, much less yours.
Goodness, what if it did, though. That would be one crazy-ass superpower, would it not?
Me: Honey, we’re going to miss our flight!
Rand: What should I do?
Me: SHAVE, YOU IDIOT. SHAVE LIKE YOU’VE NEVER SHAVED BEFORE.