Alright. Not sure if I’m supposed to blog something like this. But here goes…
So the family is relaxing on Father’s Day afternoon yesterday. 4 generations of Howey men by the pool. A celebration of manhood. It’s great weather. It’s relaxing. It’s enjoyable.
Then my grandmother asks me a question that all men long to hear on Father’s Day.
"Tim, do you shave your chest?"
I haven’t laughed that hard for a while.
P.S. I considered closing this post to comments, but I decided to keep livin’ by faith. 🙂
I’m glad you DID blog on this matter. Without it, I’d have never known that chest-shaving was necessary for ACL repair surgery! Things that make you go “hmmm”.
The Journey meets every second Tuesday of the month.
Well, couldn’t let a post like this one go without comment. . .do you think he was really thinking “shave or wax?”. . .or “I know Tim used to be accused of having a baby face. . .?” I remember when a certain pastoral staff tried to qualify for temporary Nazarite status (a la Cheers, with Cliff Claven the victor. . .albeit, he cheated), and the lead pastor failed to grow any flowing tresses from his face, and evidently, from anywhere else, either. Gotta love Grandpas!!
Oh man, that’s funny! I hope your response was “No Grandma, but I do shave my legs!”
To steal a phrase from my bald friends — “God made my head (or, in my case, chest) so beautiful that he didn’t want all that ugly hair covering it up!” 🙂