Sunday, August 9, 2009

The Stache...




Couple of weeks ago I was talking to my sister in law who lives in Pennsylvania. She was telling me that they were taking a trip out to Boston to see a Red Sox game. I thought that would be fun for Scott to see his oldest brother and twin (who is living with them for the summer) and bond during the game.
Scott starts school in about two weeks now and he finished his internship so there is not a lot going on at home right now. I was at first, joking around with Stacy that we should see if Scott could go. She was all over that. Before we knew it, Scott and I were looking for flights for him and then booking those flights. Two weeks later, he was gone for 7 days. I assured him I would be fine, that I would stay busy while he was gone (which I pretty much was), but I forgot about how lonely the nights would be. It was weird coming home from work and having no one to talk to about my boring day! By day three of him gone, I was ready for his return. He had a great time with his family and I was glad that he could go. Next time I will go with him. Well, Wednesday I leave work early to go pick him up at the airport. His phone was dead so I had to make sure to drive extra slow so I would see him. I spot his clothes from the road, then looked a little bit closer. From the curbside pickup, I noticed he was flashing something I had never before seen on him...A Stache!! He got in the car, looked at me, then laughed. I knew he had the capabilities of growing a mean mustache, but I was shocked at how fast it had grown.
Funny story about mustaches. My dad had one almost my whole entire life until one day, my Junior year, he walks out of his room and my mouth dropped open. He no longer had a mustache. I felt like I did not know my dad. That was apart of him, apart of what I loved so much. True Story. I used to cry as a little girl when I imagined him shaving his mustache. I worried that I would not love him without one (no kidding, sensitive little thing). I always wanted to marry someone with a stache. No worries, that changed as I got older. Probably into college :).
So, in all honesty, it was fun for the few days that Scott had his mustache. I almost forgot it was there. We would be out in public and start laughing cause we realized he was sportin a stache. We thought it would be best for him to shave before church today because he had to teach. However, come Christmas, when we are home for the break, he is going to go for the long haul (three weeks) and grow that puppy back. Maybe have a little competition with the brother's and brother's in law! :) Farewell little stache, until Christmas!
This one is a tad bit too close up. We had to capture the thickness of it though! :)

Don't mind the ironing board in the background. I think he looks handsome and rugged! :)

8 comments:

the emily said...

OH MAN! That is making me laugh out loud. Sweet mustache, dude. Dave would so lose on that, his doesn't grow at all.

JonandLo said...

That is awesome! Jon can't grow one..haha. he only has random hairs that grow on his face..like little patches. HE would be jealous!

Lisa K said...

He looks very 70s with that mustache. =)

Boquinha said...

When he started sporting it up here, I told him he looked like a swarmy Latin Lover. I stand by that. I vote for the goatee. And God looks on the heart, keep the facial hair. ;)

J Fo said...

FUH-NEE! He kind of looks like Uncle Rico from Napoleon Dynamite! hehe. Greg would be all about a facial hair growing contest. He can get a pretty mean beard!

honus and Cameron said...

too funny... and definitely gross

jenny said...

oh. my. gosh.

Lovell Family said...

Seriously, if STeve grew a stache...there would be no smooching until it was GONE!