Mustache Mayhem.

I've never seen my dad with facial hair in person, but I HAVE seen a picture of him when my sister Brittany was a baby in the 80s, with the WORST mexi-stashe you've ever seen. I would compare it to the stache in the pic below. Black, MANLY, but also horrible. If he ever thinks about doing it again, we show him that picture, and he can't argue with the evidence that it can not be. 

My brother bobby on the other hand was born to have a stashe. People used to mistake him for a mexican in high school. Even I, when I was little, not understanding that my brother would have to be the same race as me, often confused him for a mexican.

For about a day and a half Jesse and I walked around with these fake mustaches that we won from nickelcade and found ourselves quite pleased with the results. Looks like I am one of the lucky few that CAN pull off a mustache. The sheer attractiveness is undeniable 

The crazy things people say

The other day at work I ran into an aquaintance/friend guy from the other wal-mart that I transferred from in A.F. He gave me one of those awkward side hugs, and I wasn't sure whether or not that we were the kind of friends that hugged, so I kind of just let my arms hang limp at their sides. NOT that I wanted to be rude. He's always been a sweet guy, but he was a little over-excited to see me so I was scared. ANYWAYS, we got to talking about the old days, you know the catch up "small talk" that people do. It was good to see him I realized. I miss some of the people there, and think about them sometimes. (One cute old guy in particular we all called BIG DADDY. He always had a soft spot for me, and he could only hear about 50% of the things you said, because his hearing was so bad). He told me he quit wal-mart because it was getting really crazy over there, no surprises there. Then he said to me, hey you've lost a lot of weight. It took me a second to respond because I couldn't figure out what he was talking about. Then I realized what I was wearing. Sometimes when I dont feel like doing laundry at that DANG landromat I borrow one of jesse's byu shirts, and pass it off as wal-mart attire, like a true byu fan would. I corrected him and said no this is just a really big shirt. His memory of me, must have been of a big FATTY. Pa hah! I came home and told my husband and he says, blog about it sweetie haha. Anyways you had to be there, we had a good laugh.