Have I told you about the most dreadful month?
That is not a convicted felon below...
it's my husband.
I had to live through Movember this year. Despite my protests and snide remarks, the dear husband decided to go through with this ridiculous, and at times terrifying ritual. He had support...too much support from the volunteers. Something about raising awareness for prostate cancer. I told him I was well aware of prostate cancer.
It didn't matter. I thought I would just have it as a distant memory, and then earlier this week I came across his ipod. Apparently he had been documenting his "progress" the whole month. Lucky me. I thought about deleting them, but being the supportive and loving wife I am, I decided to publish them on my blog so that he will look back at them next "movember" and realize how foolish it all was.
I mean seriously.
I kissed that.