See, Eleanor did me an enormous favor for me recently. Let's just say, it involved doing part of my job for me while I was shirking my responsibilities up in Athens. Also it involved her spending about 8 hours on the computer. So I told her I owed her a favor, anything within reason. Her request: she wanted me to grow a mustache. "For how long?" I asked. "Oh, just as long as you have a real mustache - not just stubble," she said.
So that's what I'm doing. I refuse to spend most of a month with just a moustache, so I figure I'll grow a full beard first. Then I'll shave everything but the mustache for a day or two. Then I'll shave that.
This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, Eleanor.
i'm sorry, but i must defend the 'stache. while you may not think you'll look good with one, and i know that i sure as hell wouldn't, and not even 99.9% of the world wouldn't, but there still lives a man with a bolt of lightning on his upper lip. and that man is Tom Selleck.
