an epic penance
This morning, Charles and I exchanged a few comments on Facebook to figure out a specific time for our upcoming epic Skype date. We worked out the details rather quickly and I expressed my excitement about “seeing” my brother. Our conversation went as follows:
Me: Can’t wait to see your crazy face!
Charles: the beard is bigger than you’d want it to be!
Me: *cringing* WHY???? Is it because you ran out of razors? I’ll buy you some. Is it because you are too lazy to shave? I’ll fly out there and trim it up for you.
Charles: IT’S LENT!!!!!
Me: So you decided this would be my penance??!!!!????
Charles didn’t have much of a response because he had to run. I guess the epic conversation I predicted will turn into an epic penance on Saturday when I have to look at his over-grown face. Ugh… As Mrs. Gibson once said, “I do so hate that sort of affectation on a young man”, especially when it makes my brother look like a mountain man.