This past weekend, it had finally gotten warm enough I could no longer put off my duties as house grounds keeper. I spent part of Saturday trimming, edging, weeding and mowing. After Angela got home around 6:00 pm, I wrapped up and took a shower. Afterwards, I decided it was time to shave the beard off for the Spring. Pale, sweaty guys are disgusting enough. You add a beard on them, and man, good luck holding down your lunch.
As Angela stood there with a certain smile on her face that only comes from months of anticipation (not a fan of the beard, that one), she said to me:
“Now you’re going to have change you Mii as well.”
I was thinking the exact same thing.