No Shave November

My sweet baby-face hubby spent the month of November participating in a facial hair contest to raise money for helping a well-deserving family sponsored by the St. Lukes Angel Tree. I am not a huge fan of hairy faces. So November was a real struggle for my marriage. Especially as the hair started to come off in stages. These creepy photos tell it all . . .
The full beard look:



The goatee:


And my least favorite--the handlebar mustache. For this one, I decided Danny needed some props. So out came the doo rag. He had it on with his button-down work shirt, and I told him that was a look from "What Not to Wear." So he put on a white t-shirt. And it was, shall I say, just right.




Don't you just love this look! Apparently the guys at his job site loved it, too. Someone said he looked "gay"--and then I admitted that he did look a lot like my dad's gay cousin, who also sports a handle bar mustache. (disclaimer--Danny does not think this is funny.) So, when it was time to get ready for the mustache look I suggested he wear his cowboy hat--for the Marlboro Man effect. But Danny said he just couldn't believe anything I said anymore. I just don't think he was willing to risk any "Brokeback Mountain" comments. So he went without the hat.




I think a mustache looks like a giant hairy caterpillar.

At least on handlebar day, he didn't end up looking like this . . .



And finally...Baby Face day arrived! This is the face we all know and love.



By the way, it is true. I can't be trusted.


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