Monday, October 20

The Stache

A while back, my friend Josh (the farmer) did an experiment / poll on his blog concerning facial hair. While most of his options were just disconcerting (and fairly creepy), it did make me want to grow a mustache. The idea lingered for a while...

A couple of weeks ago, I had a full goatee (well, as full as MINE gets, anyway). I decided to shave it off (itchy) on a Sunday night. While lathering up, I made the quick decision to leave the 'stache and see how fantastically terrible it would be. I wasn't disappointed! When Allison came in and reacted to it (what IS that???), I knew it had to stay! As we laid in bed watching TV, she kept looking over at me and making the "your wife is seriously grossed out" sound. Fodder for the flame!!

I knew most of my co-workers (the ones who lambaste me the most) were out of town, so I wore it to work on Monday. My boss noticed it immediately and almost fell over laughing at me. Fodder, fodder...

After 1 day of stroking my 'stache and joining with the laughers (and haters), I shaved it off. It was fun while it lasted, but good riddance.

I was giving my best Inspector Jacques Clouseau facial expression, as one must do when sporting a 'stache.

5 comments:

Megan said...

fantastically terrible indeed! good times.

Allison Nelson said...

Even scarier in person! Trust me!

Grace said...

HILARIOUS! I love it! (NOT) It does NOT look like you at all! :)

Goodness!

Anonymous said...

I'm sorry but who the hell is that??? I would hate to be in Allison shoes and have to kiss you that night that would hurt.

Blake

Sydney said...

I am laughing so hard right now and so is Chris. Allison you are right- it is awful! The best part is the wife-beater or sports bra that you have on with it.
I wish I could count the times Chris has done some terrible shave just to annoy me.