I was informed sometime in late September that Mike had been growing out his facial hair in preparation for Movember. I looked at him a bit warily, wondering exactly what this was going to entail. He likes to do things simply for the sake of being ridiculous (see above), and at some point the words “ruin family pictures” must have slipped out my mouth. To which he erroneously replied something along the lines of “You’re pregnant! You’ll be pregnant and I’ll look different too.” I gave him a hard look that allowed him to consider if he had really meant to say that…
I happen to like my husband’s goatee; without he looks like a stranger to me. Maybe it’s my aversion to change, but in the nine plus years that I’ve known him I’ve only seen him without it once or twice. And both times I remember thinking, “Put it back.”
The above shows the stages of what “Movember” ended up entailing (from left to right):
Option #1: The Musketeer – Pure ridiculousness. I think the worst part of this one for Mike was that few people said anything. And therefore we can only conclude that they thought he was serious. The joke is on you my love!
Option #2: The Horseshoe – Also known as the Walrus from one of his managers.
Option #3: The Selleck, Reynolds, or Brimley – When he came out of the bathroom with this one I couldn’t stop laughing – serious hysterics and trouble-breathing-with-the-tears-starting laughing. Mike’s reply was, “That’s the correct response!” and we both agreed this was the worst (meaning best) one. The Facebook crowd hopped on the Brimley boat with some amusing comments, but my favorite line of the whole “Movember” experience came from our pastor at church. Mike was trying to find me in the worship center and our pastor redirected him, “She’s over there, that is if you’re still sitting together.”
Option #4 (not pictured): He shaved it totally off. I was saved because he had to travel for work and couldn’t meet with clients looking, well, ridiculous. And in just enough time to grow the goatee back for holiday pictures (whew!). And yes, I had George Strait’s song, “If you’re thinking, you want a stranger, there’s one coming home” running through my head for the next few days…