Every year or so I decide it’s been long enough to try and grow a mustache again. I think I have a long term memory problem, I know it’s not going to look good… But I do it anyway. I think what it really means is that I ‘m happy and don’t care how I look to other humans.
Although I think the “Great Hair Migration” that’s happening on my stomach and chest is also happening on a much smaller scale on my upper lip. It’s almost like it’s one mustache now instead of two caterpillars running away from each other. (I have my dad to thank for that). But I do like to have little projects to keep me busy… so here’s to experimental beard growning.