beard=failure

You may have noticed from the poopeye post that Brad has gone and grown a beard.

On a quick side note, I'm a little nervous that right now on the first page of the blog there are the words fart and poop. I mean, what if today is the day Martha Stewart decides to take some time to troll the internet and somehow, by some miracle, she discovers us? What will she think?! I can only hope Martha enjoys a little potty humor. That's all I can do.

Anyway...Brad has a beard. And everyone has an opinion on it. Most especially our driver, Mourli, who, this morning, focused the rearview mirror so it was just on Brad's face and began this conversation:

Mourli: Why are you no shaving? Water problem?
Brad: What?
Mourli: Your face! Your face! Why looking like that?
Brad: I'm growing a beard.
Mourli: OH, oh, oh, oh, oh hahahahahahahaha. OH!
Brad: Hey, watch the road. What's wrong with my face?
Mourli: wipes some tears from his eyes Here in India. The only persons who are having that are people who are having failure.
Brad: What?
Me: He says you look like a failure.
Brad: What?! Mourli? Come on.
lots of giggles all around
Mourli: after a few minutes No joking now. Serious. Looking very bad. Please be shaving it.