On the last day of our vacation,

my husband finally decided to shave

the stubble that had been growing for a week or two.

Husband: I think I might shave a moustache.

Me: Yup, go ahead honey.

{mentally: "yeah right, he'd never do that!"}

I guess you can plainly see who called who's bluff.

I cannot take him seriously with that thing.

It's like everything he says must be part of 

some episode of "Reno 911."

It's either cop 'stache or porno 'stache

and the fact that it's so short and stubbly

is almost more ridiculous.

However, I just drudged up a picture that can trump it.

Several years ago, Jeff came back from camping in MI,

and before he completely shaved his beard,

he shaved this gem.

Enjoy this photo while it lasts.

I might be a dead woman by morning.