Fabulous February

A great thing has happened! It's February.  Yay February!  Do you know what this means, Peanuts? Do you know? Do you?!
I'll tell you.
It means that the cursed Mustache Manuary has expired.  Thank goodness.
Now here's the thing about men and their mustaches.  They may deny it!  But don't believe them.
They looooove their 'staches a little bit.  They all do.  No one knows why, but they get attached to them. Like having a little furry buddy right there on their faces.  Aw. 
So what do you think all those Manuary participants did, when their month was up and their wives were waiting at the door with sharp razors and menacing looks?  They knew their leetle friends had to go, and so they had what really amounted to a farewell party.
Oh yes.  A Mustache Manuary Finale party.  We went. 
All of us.
There were drinks, categories, contests and prizes.  J was nominated and came in second for "Most Handsome Mustache".  I am totally not sure whether to be proud or horrified.  But it's better than having been a finalist for "creepiest mustache", which was another category.  
And can I just tell you? 30 guys with month-grown 'staches all milling about in one room with a bar was a little creepy, overall.  But also, kind of fun.
Especially since it meant that the next morning, J would give me my goodbye kiss and I would rejoice over the non-prickliness of it.  Hall-eh-lu-yah.
Here's to February!