I took the opportunity on our recent road trip to Wyoming to stop shaving. By the time we finished camping I had a full beard in play. However upon getting to my first post camping shower I emerged, much to my wife's dismay, with a funky mustache. Of course, she was horrified and this made me resist shaving it all the more.
When she expressed her disgust with my mustache to a friend of hers she asked for me to send her a MMS photo using my cell phone camera. And this gave me an opportunity to engage her in a cat and mouse game of, "Did he really grow a mustache?"
Starting in the hotel before we hit the road each photo below marks a stopping point in route from Utah back to San Francisco:
Hmmm, is there a mustache there?
A cup of morning coffee.
Drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream.
Creative use of errr. Never mind.
Hey, ya gotta love those bread sticks at Olive Garden!
In the end, I relented and shared the mustache. Kind of.
story | ˈstôrē |
1 an account of imaginary or real people and events told for entertainment
2 an account of past events in someone's life or in the evolution of something
Monday, July 14, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Safeway has answered my protest about the restrictive authorization amount they submit for gas purchases at their gas stations. They've now increased the amount to $100. I still can't fill up my tank all the way but it is much better than before! Thanks for being responsive to my posting Safeway.