Oh dear me. My husband came home yesterday and informed me a lovely new addition to our lives: a mustache. In fire recruit school, they have very strict rules about your appearance, including keeping your uniform immaculate (no strings allowed!) and keeping facial hair shaved and maintained. They are not allowed to have scruff or beards, but they can keep a neatly-trimmed mustache. Well. Being that Trevor is in his twenties and not his fifties, having a mustache wasn’t really an option he’d considered… until now. Apparently Trevor and his group (about four guys… forgot the “technical” term) decided to make a pact to grow out their mustaches until graduation… in September. Oy!
And the best part? If someone caves and shaves their mustache? The other group members have their permission to hold them down and shave off their EYEBROWS. What the heck is wrong with men?!! As much as I hate the idea of Trevor with a mustache, I prefer that to a husband with no eyebrows!
Here is my artists’s rendering of what I’ll be coming home to in the next few weeks:
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