Just once, I want to grow a ‘stache as epic as Nigel Mansell’s.
Or maybe all disheveled like Tom Selleck in “Magnum, P.I.”
My wife Melanie says no, no mustaches. Which is ok, I guess. I might compromise and not grow a mustache.
Thanks to all who have been so kind on the previous post – your support and thoughts are another window to seeing all the blessings in the world that we’ve been given, and not focused so much on my own little selfish bits. I’m in a better day, with my girls sitting by me singing and dancing.
Plus, I hit up confession and Mass. Catholic Leveling up!!!!