Oh Dear

There are some things you need to know about Jay.
He is one of the most loyal, hardworking, and genuinely good men in the world. He works at a propane shop. With his grandpa. He loves family. He never takes a sick day. He is a peacemaker. He has his teaching credential and will probably never teach. But because of his degree, he knows way more about child development and child rearing than I ever will. He always carries a pocket knife. Even to church. He is handy. He will be the best dad ever. He is understanding. He doesn't judge. He loves God. He will talk to anyone. He loves to camp. He doesn't like the dark. He likes coffee. He loves man food. He is an athlete. He rarely says a bad word about anyone.  But when he does, he's mad. He names his appliances. He hates when people are selfish, because he doesn't understand it. He has a better understanding of love than most. And he is one of the weirdest people I know. 

I do not kid you. The things that come out of his mouth are just plain bizarre at times. He has a great sense of humor but is just weird. And I love him for it. Weird is SO much better than boring.

Anyway, the other night I was in the shower. Jay walks in the bathroom, and asks, "What if I put mascara on my moustache." I replied with, "I don't know." And to be honest, I really didn't care. I was really enjoying my hot shower. A couple of minutes later, he is laughing at himself. And then pictures are being taken.

Yep, he sure did. He painted his moustache. I found these pictures later as the evidence.

As you can tell, the horseshoe moustache is sticking around. He says he is keeping it for March. However, he grew it hoping that is would shock people. Most people has told him that they like it. He is coming up with something more shocking for April. Oh dear.

Normally, the moustache is much lighter. Lots of blonde hairs. He is somethin' else.