God also saw fit to give us each a love of laughter and a ridiculous sense of humor.
For this to make any sense whatsoever, you need to know that I married a cowboy-lookin' fella. He wore a black Stetson hat, black Justin boots, & black Wrangler jeans. Since his roots were bound in the suburbs, he also wore a cream & white striped Guess shirt.
Hold up while I visit that memory for just a minute.
It was "the look", ya'll. And he pulled it off rather well.
He often sported a full beard but to mix things up, he would also don a Fu Manchu. It went well with "the look".
Over the last 18+ years he has made idle threats about growing another one and I have followed suit by threatening to
So it's funny. When he jokes about growing a cowboy mustache. Cause he's just joking.
He most always has some sort of goatee ... the very tame sort ... nothing long or braided.
Then a couple of weeks ago I came home to my husband's handsome face sporting ...
the FU MANCHU!
I held my breath for
Which he finally did.
Because remember? He is a comedian.