Project Grizzly Adams

Have I mentioned lately that Josh is still unemployed? No? I suppose I just assumed that everyone would already have figured that out. Trust me, the day he gets a job you will see a post on here titled something like, 'Hallelujah!' or 'No cardboard box house for us!'. It will also include a picture of me leaping into the air from elation or even a picture of me doing a happy little jig of joy. And no...I'm not kidding. You might be wondering what week of unemployment we are on, but honestly I have no answer for you as I've lost count of the seemingly endless days. Honestly I believe the days are longer simply for the fact that it is winter and we don't have ways to occupy the kids as easily. This is how I'm judging the time now. For work, when Josh actually has work, he has to remain presentable to a certain degree. The first couple of weeks with out a job, he still shaves and trims his beard and mustache. Then slowly but certainly, the days between shaving become further and further apart until one day I wake up to realize that I may have inadvertently married Grizzly Adams in some odd sleepwalking experience that I have no recollection of. I didn't really take notice of the extra fuzz on his face until today. You see, when you walk around a wee little house for around three months with someone, you stop making eye contact quite as often as you used to. I stopped this morning and looked at Josh's face to realize that his beard has become slightly out of control. It's not like he's pickin' food out of it at midnight for that extra unplanned snack, but it has become quite long as of late. When I asked if he planned on trimming it up any time soon, he didn't seem all that concerned about it. I found myself giggling and told him that I think he should grow it out until he gets a job just to see how long it can get. The idea is to take a picture of his face at the end of each round of unemployment and use it as a chart to judge how long he's actually been without work. Now, to anyone else, this may seem as though we've become...well...delusional and quite frankly off our rockers. But it's actually kind of putting a fun spin on the down time. I'm interested to see how long it gets. Now, if one day I'm sitting around and look over to find a small creature nestled in his beard, I might get concerned. Until then....let's pray he needs to break out the beard trimmer sometime soon.