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.