(since I have some new readers, HOLA! @ Anissa friends, I’m recycling a funny from a while back, while I think of something interesting to share. It could be a while. het. If you want more of our Around the World adventure tales, just sort by that key word on the right side. I talk a lot, there’s plenty to read. Enjoy!)
No, not a new law firm. Just another Irish tale.
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Let me start by saying I love that man of mine. Even when he does loose his mind, and grows a ’stache.
The 1st picture was taken in Turkey, in mid-2006. After four months in SE Asia, we continued to make our way west (until we hit Wisconsin) and stopped in Croatia, Turkey and Dubai UAE. Turkey was a delightful surprise. We really didn’t know much going into it, other than the men were hairy, and we didn’t hold out much hope for more. But the city of Istanbul was AWESOME, and the rest of the country was charming, beautiful, and quite easy to get around. (the one time we booked just about the whole place on a tour, we were tiReD.)
The unique thing about Turkey, was that EVERY man had a mustache.
Long, dark, scruffy, crumb-catching mustaches.
Even the cats joined in. (where IS that picture?)
We had a blast taking pictures of the staches, buy the book if interested.
So the Great’StacheFest of 2006 came and went, and I thought that was the end of it. Not a furry-face-lovin’ gal myself, I knew I would never have to face this in my own personal life, for Davez is a fair-skinned german lad, with pretty much locks of blond.
Then one day, he announced he was angry at me.
Pick a number. What for?
I didn’t notice he had grown a mustache.
Um, ah doy. You can’t see any hair on your face. ‘You EVER heard your wife say the words “honey, go shave.” ? Huh, have you?
I didn’t think do. You and me kid, we’re grateful for our fairness. I don’t shave my legs, and you don’t shave your face. That’s fair.
But low and behold, Davez had gone Dangle on me.
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He kept it for a few days. I’d laugh at it daily, thinking the heckles might spur it’s tone darker. He would stroke it with his thumb and forefinger, like he was really intelligent and had a great thought.
He did not. Well, at least I don’t think he did, but you could hardly hear those thoughts through my laughter.
Co-workers would walk by and gently point out he had something on his lip from lunch. Another would prairie-dog over the partitions and giggle himself.
But ol’ Dangle Davez had the last laugh. He shaved it off when no one was looking.
Trouble is… it took us all about 2 weeks to notice.
