My man is sexy, that is undisputed. But he can freak me out by simply taking a razor to his face. One week last month, he decided to have fun with me, and sported different facial hair each day of the week.
The pictures for this post were taken mere weeks before Trey and I became privy to the knowledge that we apparently live in the shadow of the worlds largest mustache (that would be The Arch!), and that The Lou is also home to the American Mustache Institute. Who freakin' knew.
Trey in full beard.
Personally, I like him best with a face sweater.
And then one day...he walked out like this.
Gross. That was all I could say.
I asked where he left his mullet.
Ick. Handlebars.
I asked if he kept his Marlboro Reds rolled up in his sleeve.
Lester the Molester.
Just call him Rick.
Nice. The Hitler look is always fashionable.
And there he is, clean shaven.
Phew, so glad that experiment is over!
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5 comments:
OMG...the "Lester" picture oddly resembles Dad in pics of when I was first born. I'm quite sure this post will freak Mom out.
Sorry, this post had me laughing out loud! LOL!
That is too funny! Why didn't he try a goatee?
Jess, because a goatee is so obvious! =)
Too scary!!!! the Lester look definitely scary!! I like the "clean" look the best.
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