About halfway through our trip, I stopped trying to persuade Keith to trim his “Antarctica” beard. And this is what I brought home with me. I swear it should have it’s own name.
I tried bribery (if you trim your beard, then I’ll do all of the laundry), threats (if you don’t trim it, I’m never shaving my legs again), and even pulled the “if you love me” card. In the end, I lost the battle. But I have to admit, it was a little awesome. I can admit that now that it is gone.