To shave or not to shave

I have needed to blog about my funny, crazy husband. While he was training at work during January, one of his co-workers decided that everyone in his group of friends should grow out their facial hair. When he came home and told me his plan I told him NO! I don't like David with a full beard. Well guess what, he did it anyways. It grew for about 2 weeks before it started to bug him. So one Sunday he decides to cut the beard and leave the mustache. I almost fell over backwards when I saw what he had done with his face. I told him that he wasn't going to church looking like that. He said, "No one will remember what I look like because it's our first Sunday at our new ward." I still couldn't let him do it.
Earlier that day he picked out some pearls for me to wear but didn't want to. So I told him if he shaved before we left, I would wear the pearls. Lucky me Dave shaved his mustache and I wore my pearls.