So this weekend was a bit of an "eye-opener" for me as far as my mustache goes. My wife and I had a date night for the first time in a few months and as we got into the car, she told me she didn't want to go. She didn't want to be seen in public with "THAT" (pointing to my face). She then proceded to offer me a new deal. She was willing to DOUBLE the mustache pot from work if I would but shave the stache. In all honesty though, I probably could have gotten more. You should have seen the desperation in her eyes. The plead that was present was almost gut wrenching. Almost. But I held my ground. "THIS... is happening." I said. She finally resolved to the fact that she wanted a night out more than she wanted to sit and debate with me so we hit the town. All of this AND a comment from my daughter while running errands earlier that afternoon. "Dad? Can I wait in the car? You're kind of embarassing with your mustache." I've never had so many comments about my face in one afternoon. The mustach is KING, and it is here to stay people.
zach
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