Flee me....

... for the past week I have been attempting to cultivate a mustache... why, I just don't know.... maybe the frosty mornings are birthing this urge.. then again, maybe it's like Little River Band said and simply time for a Cool Change... either way, I really don't know why I put myself through the whole mustache ordeal...

... dear old Dad, God rest his Soul, had a killer ˜tash... it stood out red and bushy on his chiseled jaw.... shocks of blonde hair, blue eyes, and a red mustache... full and proud like the bristles of a brush.... looked like a Viking, he did...

... Me?.. I seem to be the recipient of some seriously twisted DNA... red hair and blonde beard does not a marvelous mustachio make... add to that fact that I just scared the sweet Bejesus out of the missus when she sleepily wandered through - eyes only half opened - to give me a morning peck on the lips... I guess her delicate lips didn't enjoy being poked by my budding follicles... yeah, it was the scream she delivered as she sprinted back, wounded, towards the bedroom that gave it away...

... "get rid of the abomination!!... get rid of the abomination!!..."...

... damn, I sure hope she was just talking about the mustache...

by Eric on November 18, 2005 | Bullshit (8) | TrackBack (0) | SWG Stories
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Every single time my husband takes a full 30 days of leave I BEG him to grow a mustache and a goatee!

Just LOVE IT! Maybe your honeybunny will like it once it grows out a litle more...gets a little softer...maybe... :)

Bullshitted by Sandy on November 18, 2005 09:15 AM

I agree with your sweet Fiona

Bullshitted by armywifetoddlermom on November 18, 2005 09:50 AM


Bullshitted by Sadie on November 18, 2005 10:29 AM

When I retired in 1983 I grew a beard. Sweetthing liked it, I liked it and have had it ever since. It was a lot of different shades of browns, black and reds for a few years but now is mostly white with a little pepper coloring here and there. Back in the spring I had my barber trim it close--kind of the Miami Vice look from long ago. When I got home my dog barked at me and sweetthing just shook her head. I have not even trimmed it since but it has this wooly look now that makes people look at me funny in Walmart--of course the bib overalls I wear gets a few startes from the yankee tourists also.

Bullshitted by GUYK on November 18, 2005 10:57 AM

Heh. Same reaction I got from the Missus when I shaved mine off. Along with the beard.

Eric, I dunno. You with a 'stache? I'll defer to the Princess on this matter, as she has to live with it...just as you have to live under it...

Bullshitted by Elisson on November 18, 2005 01:34 PM

I'm with Mrs. SWG on this one, and you didn't even have to kiss me.

Bullshitted by Jim -PRS on November 18, 2005 02:24 PM

Now, come on. Everybody knows that one can not pass out "valid" 'stache rides lest one have a 'stache.

I cannot produce a beard, but, but, the upper lip does produce.

Bullshitted by RedNeck on November 18, 2005 05:37 PM

Last December when Johnny was in the hospital, I came into his room and this pretty little nurse smiled at me and cooed "Oh, hi! You must be Johnny's Grandpa!" Her face fell along with mine. I knew the goat was pretty white, but...

I went back to Ronald McDonald House and shaved it all. Took off ten years, and scared the crap out of people who had seen me with face-hair all my adult life.

The wife recently asked me to grow the stache back, cuz she likes it, so I did. I pluck the white ones out for vanity. Feel kinda like a homo, but having a stache is like owning a small dog you have to groom all the time.

Bullshitted by Bane on November 19, 2005 04:09 PM