About a year ago my Dad's beard turned 40 years old and we threw it a party. This was for the card everybody signed.
All the men invited to the party were encouraged to grow their beards out as well and I've been too lazy to shave since. The other day my sister, who sees me on a fairly regular basis, said to me "Wait a second, you have a beard?" Either it looks so natural on my face as to be unnoticeable or my head has a reality distortion field that obscures my actual facial features. I'm going with the latter, since it also explains why my staff photo at work wound up looking so terrible.
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