Scruffy Sunday

At long last:  I had a legitimate, unprovoked mustache compliment from a stranger!  I was walking to the gym to inquire as to the whereabouts of my lost Casio watch (I realized 12 hours too late that I left it on the squat rack to time my rest between sets.  Alas...I bought it for this deployment and only owned it two months.) and a black guy with a shaved head said, "Dude, I gotta say, nice mustache."  No sense of sarcasm, either.  I couldn't tell if he also had a mustache; let's just assume that he does.  NPR and GQ confirm why this compliment shows any mustache naysayers that I'm doing something positive in my life.

This is the best my photographer could do on short notice.

For the most part I have not trimmed my pushbroom and it is getting to look like a Teddy Roosevelt or a Sam Elliott.

I think mustaches keep your teeth very straight.

Dude.....

This is just wrong, very wrong.

If I had more time, I think I'd aim for a Wyatt Earp a la Kurt Russell, not Kevin Kostner.

Lastly, August 3rd was National Mustard Day and the Mustard Museum in Madison, Wisconsin hosted a whole day of events.  Both mustard and horseradish are part of the Brassicaceae family and my dad used to tell me that horseradish would put hair on your chest.  I don't think he would ever eat Sriracha; if he did he might say that stuff would cause instant beards.  Well, hear's to hoping the patrons of National Mustard Day started growing mustaches by 5pm, local Wisconsin time.