Moustache, Mustache, mostacho, mustaccio, Schnauzbart, Schnäuzer. Are you wondering where this is heading today?
Hold on, my son has mustache underwear and a shirt, that’s it…I swear 😉
I think my hubby thinks that just because you can buy all kinds of mustache decor and clothing now, that it is the must have look. I JUST REALLY HATE IT!
I’m totally getting personal. It’s a silly post but something that is really getting me all emotionally worked up for the past couple of months.
Let me explain myself. My husband decided around our 15th wedding anniversary last May to grow a mustache. Now to some that might be no biggy at all but I hate facial hair and to get even further into detail I hate body hair too. Facial hair to me represents pubic hair on your face. Yup, my dad has always said: “he ripped the lining out during birth”…yeah you heard right! And that’s exactly how I feel. I can’t stand it. Not only is kissing a broom (or what I called it earlier) totally unappealing to me, it makes most people look older. That might be understandable when you are a pubescent teen and you want to show off your first fuzz and how proud you are to finally look older (I hated it back then too though).
(Unless you are Jax Teller, facial hair is a no-no)
Now before you tell me that I am mean once again and shouldn’t discus such matters publicly on my blog. Let me tell you that it baffles me how he can still insist on growing one, when he knows I HATE it that much. If he would tell me that my hair is repulsive (which I have called his stache already) then I would make sure that I’d change it. And every occasion and event we go to, where he has male support, the stupid mustache debate comes up again. That’s when the fist bumps, high fives and “dude that mustache is so cool”, “it’s so Dirk Giggler, man” start flying.
“The guys in my office think it’s awesome honey!”
Ugh, I can’t hear it anymore. Why do you want to loo like a 70s porn star? That’s what one of the dudes told me is so cool about it? Really?
But it’s kinda really seriously IMPORTANT my friends, lol:
And my husband has had a great history of hair issues. If you’ve been following me for a while then you have seen his old photos already but since there are lots of new folks around here, I will fill you in all the way.
(He doesn’t care about me sharing his hair photos, he still, to this day insists that he was a pretty cool guy in highschool”)
|We are way younger on this photo 😉 as you can tell, duh. Only one child!
Number two caused all my wrinkles and gray hair, no joke!
|Last year. And I do like a little scruff, but that’s it!|
NO, no, nooooooo
|NO, no, no, no and totally no!|
(The kids and I had a blast even though I don’t look like I did):
|You aren’t allowed to smile for the app 😉 or it won’t work.|
|Thanks to bimbo booth app! (That’s not 70s but you can picture
me with the mustache guy on my arm, right?)
Ugh, I have a mental picture of knee high socks and roller blades. Let’s scratch that thought, I might hurt myself. Crackers it is…or maybe the toilet paper will disappear whenever he needs it 😉
Let’s make this fun and give your vote!
Tschüß and have a great weekend.