We missed the State of the ‘Stache last week because someone was working overtime and someone else was kind of overwhelmed with work. Despite life getting in the way of photographic and humorous endeavors, the mustache continued to grow.
In fact, there was a fire this week. FireDad and one of his fellow mustache-growing firefighters agreed that the fire went so well because they are now be-mustached. I think perhaps they may have sucked in too much smoke to come to that conclusion, but I’m just glad that everyone was safe.
So, how’s it look?
I’m kind of getting used to it. I still sometimes look at him and think, “There’s something different.” Or I almost say, “There’s something on your face.” Well, yes. There is. It’s a mustache. But it’s catching me off guard less and less. In fact, when I look at the photo above, all I can see are my husband’s amazing green eyes. Dang those are nice eyes. And the mustache is fine too.
Apparently another fire wife on our shift told my husband to shave his mustache because he doesn’t “look as cute.” At which point he grunted and gave the face you’ve become used to seeing in this series (see above; it’s a slightly disgruntled, faux-tough-man look) and said, “Good! I’m sick of looking cute.” Too bad. You still look cute. You just have something on your lip.
Lastly, because everyone keeps asking why he’s sporting a consistent disgruntled, faux-tough-man look, I made him smile while I was taking the first two pictures. However, I didn’t look at my settings before and after I snapped, and he looked like a big shiny ghost man. With a mustache.
But I promise he smiles. With a mustache.