end of an era

the weirdest thing about shaving off a non-trivial beard (and i've done it enough times to speak with some authority) is looking at yourself in the mirror and not recognizing your chin.

"hey, what the heck is that thing there under my mouth?"

"oh, my chin."

or, if you've recently begun barbecuing and going to weekly beer festivals,

"oh, my chins."

bah. i knew i had a spare one there some place, i just didn't realize how well the beards hid it.