Mustaches

So I a few days ago I decided to grow a mustache. It was a facial hair quest that I felt needed to be conquered. It wasn't broadcast too much, although I was proud of my attempt. However, I did let my dad know about this journey I had undertaken and let me tell you why.......
My dad has an awesome mustache. If anybody knows my dad, you cannot deny this fact. I believe a mustache automatically gives character to a face. You could have like one eye or something but if you have a mustache, everything is cool. My dad is a man of very high character so it's only fitting this he has an outstanding mustache to match the way he lives his life. In every picture we have in our house, he is a rocking the 'stache. This even includes pictures of him when he was dating my mom. Having a mustache seemed to be the cool thing to do in the 80's though. Anyway, that mustache has been there, day in and day out, year in and year out and you know what? that's outstanding.
So I decided on my own to grow a stoutly 'stache. I was going to let it grow for like 4 months. I had decided that beforehand. I made a commitment to this mustache regardless of the pain it could bring me. There were a few problems with this however.......
First let me explain my facial hair ability. I'd say my facial hair growing skills are pretty solid. Anybody who has seen me on a regular basis can vouch for the 5 o'clock shadow that I always have. If you've ever seen the Santa Claus (classic movie) with Tim Allen and the part when he shaves his beard and it grows back in like 5 seconds....that's how I am. The problem is my mustache always looks like I drew it on with a pencil and only bothered to fill in half of it. I could never grow one in the first place so this mustache mission seemed a little improbable........... It turns out my fears were correct. It was hideous, and it was only one day in...........
So I went to work that day and felt pretty good about this conquest. Working in the dairy profession, you tend to deal with people. I knew that it might be time to re-think my mustache exploits when every set of eyes that I came into contact with during that shift could not take their gaze off my upper lip and the facial hair fiasco I was presenting. So I got to thinking, What do I still have on my plate this semester? Turns out I remembered a few small details such as.....at least 2 presentations on papers, I still have to teach a lesson to one of my night classes as well as teach a lesson to a class full of high school freshman. I decided I have completely too many public appearances to have a faulty mustache. So I dropped it after only one day.........and that's the story
Some other time mustache, some other time.