Earlier this week, Rich informed me that he was going to participate in a work thing. A Facial Hair Challenge. Various "styles" were going to be thrown into a bowl and all participants are stuck with whatever they randomly pick. UNTIL THANKSGIVING. Now, I love Rich with facial hair. For whatever reason, it fits him. I like him without it too. But I HATE moustaches. I don't know why...I kind of equate them to perverts and pedophiles. And I had an uncle that had a moustache when I was growing up and I vividly remember kissing him good-bye (when I was like, 5)and it was like having a toothbrush smooshed up my nose. So yeah, hate 'em. Dreading the idea of my husband with just a moustache for the next month and a half.
Got the call about a half hour ago. Rich pulled the "Tony Stark".
WHEW! (never hurts to have a little RDJr. in your life! ;)
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