So, getting older has its perks.
ANNND, it totally bites.
People stop growing hair in places where there's SUPPOSED to be hair, and they start growing it in places it REALLY shouldn't grow. That's just all wrong.
One of my biggest fears is being that girl with the beard or an obviously over-bleached mustache. YIKES.
So, last night, I was laying in bed, "not doing laundry", and I asked Will if I had a mustache. He laughed, and answered no, even though I made him look closely twice! Sure, my Dad can't grow a mustache if he tried, but that doesn't mean I'm not!
When I asked him if he'd tell me if I did have one, he replied honestly that he would. "But, how would you tell me?" I asked.
He pondered and started to reply, "Dude...."
HAHAH.
Man I love that man.
