A mustache story

Before Thanksgiving, Ronny started growing a mustache. It really wasn’t purposeful – mostly that he just was too busy with work to shave his face.

But because the rest of the hair on his face grows in patchy (except his neck beard…but that is gross on any man), he decided to see how long he could stand his mustache. Didn’t talk that one over with the wife, but I played along for awhile.

He had to show it off first at Thanksgiving, then keep it long enough to show his older brothers during Christmas, then show his friends on New Year’s, then keep it through the Cotton Bowl.

We did have some fun with it, however. It’s funny the things two people can do when they are alone on Christmas Day with nothing to do – let’s take some old-fashioned pictures! So, here is Grandpa Pope and Grandma Frasier (as Ronny named us):

We had too much fun making that one.

Some of our friends joked that he was just trying to keep up with his dog. Hank happens to have a new vest just like his father (I will blog on that later)…so we took father-son pictures before I convinced him, er… I mean, he finally decided to shave it off.

Before:

After:

Don’t worry, Keith Stone – you’re still smooth. Literally!