I like to grow mustaches. Plural. I just can't keep them.
The growth is rich and thick, sure. But short, bald and oddly groomed facial hair don't mix. No matter how hard I try.
So I grow them for as long as I can bear to be laughed at, and then the inevitable shave.
It drives the wife bonkers. Which is kind of my way of getting payback. Besides, it's a super cheap thrill.
So for the last two Novembers, I've used Movember, a fund raising effort that seeks an end to prostate cancer, as my excuse to 'stache out.
I don't know anyone who's ever had prostate cancer, so this is not a personal mission for me. And, as I mentioned here last November, I'm not much of a "giver," so this is not just another altrustic hobby I've jumped on.
This is about me and mustache. And without this blessed annual event, there is absolutely no reason for me to look this absurd.
Last year, I didn't raise a dime. I didn't even donate to myself. Nor did I inted to. I set up a Movember page just to keep up my shaky charade. And to be fair, I started growing the mustache about a week into November and shaved it right before Thanksgiving dinner. Fails on both counts.
But this year, I'm all in. I've had this bad boy growing since day one. And I'm taking it on the road, to spend Thanksgiving with the in-laws. The wife couldn't be more thrilled.
I've even raised some money. $160 to date. And I'm only about half way through the month. And yes, I plan to make a financial contribution myself, this year.
If you'd like to contribute to my mustache, and other people's prostates, you can make your donation here.
Or just grow your own mustaches.