By the middle of November I was really "over it"--especially the mustache. As we went into Thanksgiving week I was just counting the days, the hours, until he would shave again.
And then he started threatening to keep it. But I knew he didn't really mean that because he was started to get "blistering" on his upper lip from his mustache being so long. I think that was God's gift to me to insure he would shave it.
So, here he was last night at the end of the month. Honestly, the pictures don't even come close to showing the true nastiness of it all.
I'm just glad it's gone.