Okay, so a few days ago I promised to put up pictures from the mustache party if/when I ever got them. Well, I’ve got them. And now I’m regretting that promise. As a compromise, I’m posting select photos from this event. If you’re wondering why none of us are smiling in the pictures, it’s because the adhesive on the ‘staches made it difficult and we all just decided to be Van Damme about it. Also, if you’re wondering what my father looks like…well, look at me in the pictures and subtract the long hair. Actually, this goes for all my friends. We all ended up looking like our dads with those things on.
You’re welcome. The more I look at these photos, the more hideous I am to myself. I was not born to sport facial hair. Sigh. Oh well. It was funny.
Anna Jarzab 
so much fun… we had a lash & stache party as our house warming party theme. I am curious to know why the men folk were excused from sporting staches??
i don’t understand . . . why don’t the boys have mustaches??
Oh, well, we didn’t have enough ‘staches for everyone. Just seven and there were six girls and we brought the last one as a backup. But it did make it funnier that all of us were wearing mustaches and all the boys were clean shaven, although my brother was like, “If you had told me the theme of the party earlier I would’ve grown one!”