Monday, April 27, 2009

Mysterious Mustache??

So now it is two weeks with no mustache, and I have to say that things are going well. Although I do have to mention that only TWO days after he shaved it off, I became deathly ill with the Bubonic Plague....or, it could be called a sinus infection. Whatever you call it, I was basically knocked flat for around 5 days, and I really didn’t start feeling well till this past weekend.

Then I started thinking about the last time I had been really sick, and I was having a pretty hard time recalling being sick in a long while. In fact, I had a strong sense that I hadn't been ill for at least one year…which was timed almost perfectly with how long the mustache had been with us! Had the mustache been a magical sickness shield hovering over our home? Had the mustache hairs that had stuck up my nose every time I kissed Daniel implanted magical antibodies directly into my immune system?

Such questions have haunted me these past two weeks.

Anyway…..I am feeling much better now, but I can't help feeling that Daniel’s mustache was a sort of "Force Shield" of health. And even though I cheered when he shaved it off, it seems that a little part of me (the healthy part I guess) must have been shaved off with it, and washed down the sink, most likely clogging up the drain as it went.

Either that or it was the zombies.

Tuesday, April 14, 2009

RIP Mustache


Mustaches are officially out of style.


Obviously the shock was too much for him.

Goodbye Mustache Haiku

RIP Mustache.
I will sort of miss you, but
my nose is happy.

Thursday, April 9, 2009

Go Blue!

Let's hope the Royals have Bugs Bunny on their team tomorrow!
Happy Opening Day!!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Meant to post this on Monday, but I've been distracted.....


Celebratory Mustache Poem
One year ago, on a cool March day,
A man named Daniel decided to play.
As he was in the shower, he said to his wife
Bring me a razor, a mirror, and a knife
She brought them to him and when he was done,
He stepped from the shower and yelled, "It's the one!"
"On my face is a mustache, its ends are quite curly,
The middle is long and it looks kinda squirrely.
My mustache is great and I'll keep it awhile.
I'll only shave off when it goes out of style."
When he wore it around, he received some stares
Little kids pointed and said "Look over there!"
Some people laughed, some people cried,
others suspected his brain had been fried.
But the mustache stayed on, in one form or another.
The ends have been curly, straight and touching each other.
And now it has lasted for exactly one year.
A proud day for him and he's made it quite clear.
"A mustache is a very grand thing to grow.
It shows everyone that you aren't the average Joe.
There's just one thing I really need to say,
Happy Mustache to all, and to all a good day!"