sexy ’stache

I haven’t had a chance to write up my entry about my truths and lies, but I will finish that up this week.  In the meantime, I promised a picture of my mustache, and here it is.

I know, I know.  I need to wax it, but I think my nose is so sexy it deserves to have a line drawn under it, you know?  Perhaps I should just trim it a bit, so as to expose my lips.  I’m on the ’stache starvation diet over here, simply because the damn thing is BLOCKING FOOD FROM MY MOUTH!  (Ohh!  This may be the next big diet!  Forget Je.nny Cr.aig or Wei.ght Wat.chers.  “Slim and Sexy with ‘Stache Starvation!  Start today!”)

But, truly, this mustache is a family-wide problem.  We’re all hairy mo-fo’s.

Hot damn is that one sexy man with a sexy ’stache!  Really, the squinty eyes and flared nostrils are making me so hot, but the mustache sends me over the edge!

Even the dogs are getting in on the action.  Hairy little beasts.

(Thankfully the baby still has a smooth and hairless upper lip.  This may or may not be because he is asleep when his parents decide to come up with fun and clever ways to prove that they are still… um… fun and… clever.  Yeaaah.)

After deciding that my husband and dogs look way more sexay with hair on their faces, I went through the painful process of removing my facial hair.  A crowbar may or may not have been required.  And then I dyed the hair on my head.  Again!  I know!  Make up your mind already!

And here I am… sans ’stache and back to my natural haircolor (though it’s been years since I saw my true natural color, so perhaps this is just a guess):

Aiden says: “My mother applied makeup, curled her hair, and brushed her teeth for this photo.  I am smirking because this is not the same woman I see every day.  Who the hell IS this chick?”