The future freaks me out

As you can see, the first thing I did once I got married was let myself go and grow a beard. Yes, marriage means that I can stop caring about my personal appearance get fat, grow facial hair, and make more bodily noises than the giants from The BFG (whizpoppers, anyone?). If any of this were true than I'd already be eligible for Worst Husband Ever status. This pic was actually taken about a week after our Lake Powell experience. It's pointless to shave while down there and once we got home Liz told me to keep growing it so we could see how long it would get. That, my friends, is two weeks. I've been tempted to grow it out again, but to save my wife's face is far more important.
Sorry Bret, but I shan't be commenting on The Dark Knight. The Nolan brothers (dudes responsible for writing and directing it) have proven to be too dark for my tastes in movies past. I do still want to see Hancock, but mostly because I find Jason Bateman to be a hilarious man. Proof? Watch Arrested Development. Actually, watch Arrested Development anyway. It will save your life.
As for the married life, it's great. Never have I been more challenged yet more happy. It's been great as Liz and I work out plans and goals for this little nuclear family that we've started. I love running with her, reading the scriptures with her, and simply watching TV with her. It's fun being in love with my best friend. It's been even better being married to her. Here's to future fun.