The dirty 'stache.

I mustache you a question, but I'll shave it for later. 

It's halfway through Novem-beard and things are getting pretty hairy around here.

More specifically, things are getting pretty hairy on Ryan's face.

If you're unfamiliar with Novem-beard, this is the month when men forgo shaving.

I'm not 100% sure why. Laziness, perhaps? Laziness + preparation for the 

cold winter months ahead? Or perhaps it's a ploy to avoid posing for Christmas card photos.

Whatever the reason, guys take on this "no-shaving challenge" for the thirty days of November.

Never in my life have I seen Ryan with facial hair, and now I can safely presume it's because

he looks kind of hilarious. He looks like he belongs in a chocolate milk ad

because he forgot to wipe the milk mustache off of his face. 

Or, alternatively, like perhaps he belongs in jail. 

This caterpillar-like creature inhabiting his upper lip is really starting to freak me out.

I can handle the itchy beard, but that dirty 'stache...
I may have to shave it off while he's sleeping.

Or, rather, while IT'S sleeping. I've taken to addressing the 'stache as its own separate entity,

because it's pretty much all I can focus on when I'm talking to Ryan.
I wish I had photographic evidence to show you, but the 'stache is an elusive beast.
It moves quickly - I assume this is how it catches its victims. 

Fifteen more days of this. Fifteen days, unless it drives him crazy before the first of December.

Or, unless I drive him crazy cracking 'stache jokes.

One can only hope.

I'm thinking that, as payback, I'll initiate a female version of the "No-shave" month.

We can call it "Dagger-legs December" or "Man-pit March".
Who's in?