Dearest Finals Beard,
For the past two weeks you have grown on me (physically and emotionally), but I’m afraid it’s time for us to part ways. You down the sink, me to the corporate office where fellow bankers aren’t as welcoming to your warm yet itchy wool-like persona. However our time together was not wasted. Every 3 months you come around to remind me that on short notice I can move to Yosemite and live like Grizzly Adams. You ward off the cold and the punishing rays of the sun, while I pamper you with the finest Pantene Pro-V hair conditioner Ralph’s has to offer. Remember last week when we woke up and you had garlic bread crumbs stuck on you from last night’s dinner? I cherish those moments and do not weep for I know in due time you will return.