It was about 50 degrees this morning when I was riding my bike into work. I was wearing a wind breaker, but my ankles (I roll up my pants to avoid the grease tattoo) and hands were exposed and quite frosty. That's to be expected, since they're always the coldest. What I wasn't used to was my upper lip being so cold. There's nothing like a freshly shorn lip to really catch the breeze. Mustache, where are you?
Over and Out,
Old Coot
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
So...Cold
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After commenting, I had to go back to the post and see the pictures again. I will have chuckles warming in my oven for days to come.
For the record, although "Inquisitive Mustache" is a cleverer title, my personal favorite is "'Stache Tweak."
I miss him too.
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