A cool beard becomes a creepy mustache...

So, I'm sitting here with something on my face that Cezanne hates. She can barely look at me without shaking her head.

One of the great things about going on leave or not having to be at work for a while is the freedom to not shave and then once the beard starts itching too much, to do something goofy with the hair.

Usually I shave the beard into a goatee (spelling?). I'll be honest, I think it looks halfway decent. I've never shaved it into a mustache though and I think there was really good reason for that. The pictures will tell that story.

Above is about 2 weeks worth of growth. It started getting itchy, so I wanted to shave it today. I shaved most of it...


And above speaks for itself. Definitely creepy. Cezanne told me not to go to any playgrounds while I have this facial hair. I agree, but I'll go everywhere else and be proud of it, kind of. It's probably coming off tomorrow morning.

Of course, the creepy grin doesn't help the creepy mustache.

I'll be putting up a post of the cross country trip this weekend hopefully. We got a lot of good photos and have a lot of great memories.