There is one side of the story that I should mention, that is her slightly mean side. I got the razor at 6:30 at night. Each day I shave until there is nothing left to shave. I had to look at it until the next morning until I had enough beard to shave. I was accused by her of burning my image it it before I even shaved with it. I must have made 10 trips upstairs just to gaze.

She did offer to let me sleep with it on my night stand though. I woke and spent 45 minutes with Der Wacker.