The Stache

Now, don't get too excited, friends. He is still my husband.

Andy has had a goatee for over a year - the winter before last he kept a full beard. This morning while we were getting ready for work I hear an "uh-oh" come from the bathroom where I know Andy was trimming and shaving. The "uh-oh" was because he had accidentally taken a huge chunk out of his goatee. Irreparable. There was nothing left to do but shave it off and take a picture with only a mustache.

Now that is a dirty stache.

Of course, he shaved off the stache after we took the picture. The stache doesn't come around very often so you have to document.

For now I just have to take a good look to figure out if that clean shaven man is my husband. I'll look forward to when the goatee is back. It won't be long... Andy says his beard grows faster in the Spring.