Pornoriffic

I was working all this past weekend at a Bluegrass Festival. Joe originally planned to come with me but it would've been the second Friday in a row he would've taken off work for extracurricular activities with the wifey. And that would not do. He just got a raise and in this economy, we do not want to rock that boat. Someone has to pay the bills while I flit around being a school nurse and face painter.

Anyhoo. I was at the music fest and it was crawling with hot, bearded men. Literally. The heavy beard is back it seems and the weather was not only hot, it was humid.  I, myself, wilted like a hothouse flower and I wondered how long Joe would tolerate his own full beard.

I'm almost certain I've mentioned my affection for varying degrees of facial hair on men.To date, I've been influenced by Joe's George Michael-like scruff the most. And by influenced, I mean, compelled to get it on with him. You know, more so than usual. So imagine my surprise when I received a text and the picture above from my beloved. (I used his caption as the title for this post.) Yes, folks. That's a bonafide porn star mustache he's sporting. Per my request.

Life is good.

Spring has sprung.

The mustache lives on.