The 'Stache

Day 2

As a dude, I have always felt a certain obligation to grow facial hair at some point in my life, just because I can. However, in my house a scruffy face is understandably an invitation to not get kisses, so I make a point of shaving regularly. 

Being deployed seemed like a good opportunity to grow a mustache without too many repercussions and without imposing too much scruff on the delicate flowers I share a home with. Plus, I recently re-watched A Fish Called Wanda, and Kevin Kline's mustache just begged to be copied. Therefore, as previously announced right here on this very blog, on January 1st I launched the Great Mustache Experiment... mostly for the photo opportunities it might provide.

Day 8

For the first day or two, not much happened. But after a week, the thing has definitely established a presence on my face. It is still smallish, as mustaches go. Certainly nowhere near the Tom Sellek category, but it is unmistakable... and unavoidable.

 Frankly, I got tired of seeing it sitting there pretty quickly. For that matter, my wonderfully patient wife wasn't too fond of it from Day 2.

Originally I'd envisioned keeping it for a month, but by Day 8 I pretty much decided 14 days would most likely be a sufficiently long tenure.

Day 8, take 2

So I'm gritting it out, watching it come in and counting the days until I can get a good photo and shave the darn thing off.

Watch this space.