Especially since I contacted the AMI--that's the American Mustache Institute--about admission into their whiskery ranks. I'm still waiting to hear (fingers crossed!) but I think with my mustache's latest developments, I'm a shoe in. Plus, on the entrance exam where they ask "Why do you love your mustache?" I answered, "because it fights cancer."
With a little luck, I think I may even be in the running for The Robert Goulet Memorial Mustached American Of the Year. Though between you, me, and the mustache wax, that award should be named after Sam Elliot. I mean, really now.
And I know the name a few of you are thinking. Fuck Rollie Fingers. Sounds like an arch pedophile.
Ok. The afore mentioned mustache developments. I know you're curious out there. Without further folderol, The Stache':
That's right. I've grown the Chewie.
Here's a better look:
Yes Chewie, you had a question?
Totally baddass, I know. I didn't think I had it in me. This is post a good trim, too. When I first woke up this morning, the thing was way intimidating:
So there you go folks. I gotta think this level of mustache is worth at least a small donation at either the DadCentric team Movember page, my own page, or just at the Movember website in general.
Chewbacca Stache' vs. Prostate Cancer. Cancer doesn't have a chance.
In other news, my wife has been working awfully long days lately (for those of you who think teacher's hours are easy, you are wicked wrong.). Sometimes she checks this space to see what's up at home.
Honey, we love you and we miss you like crazy. We can't wait until you get home. We've all misplaced our pants.
P.S here's a pic to get your pulse raising, my darling:
Sun kissed Stache'