Mustache March or Mustache Millenium?
April 1, 2008, 6:45 am
Filed under: family

A few minutes ago, I stood at my bathroom sink.  Picked up my little electric beard/sideburn/ear/nose hair trimmer, in order to shave off my mustache.  But a funny thing happened after I flipped the switch and heard the buzz . . . I looked in the mirror, and decided that I just couldn’t go through with it.

Over the past month of groaning and joking about how horrible it is to be burdened with this thing, I guess I failed to notice that I’ve actually grown quite fond of it.  It’s really weird, I know.  But somehow, it’s become part of me.  It reminds me of my wedding pictures, in which I wore the stache.  It reminds me of when I first grew it as a 17 year old, trying desperately to look 17-1/2.  It reminds me that we all put way too much emphasis on looks and fashion.

So there, I decided to keep the mustache.  Michelle may not be happy to see it still there when I get home tonight, but she loves me.  She put up with my eyeliner for all those years in my goth phase, so I’m sure she’ll be fine.


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