I keep begging Scott to get one of these.
No. Not a basketball. Or a life size George Clooney doll (although, yes please!). A moustache.
Isn’t the word moustache fun? Yes. Yes it is! I mean CHECK OUT THAT ELITIST SPELLING!!
Around this time last year it was all I talked about. I refused to make him a birthday or Christmas list and insisted that if he would not grow a MOUSTACHE for me then I simply would not be appeased by anything else. SO DON’T BOTHER, BUDDY! He never grew that MOUSTACHE. Apparently he has standards.
And I’m all like STANDARDS? WHO NEEDS THOSE!!!
This year for extra incentive for the ‘STACHE I’m going to promise to shave my legs. Obviously, there’s no sacrifice too large for me!
Remind me to tell you about the time he shaved his beard and left sideburns and I called him Dylan for 2 months.