Bulk Orders from China

Sometimes, when all you ever do is talk about mustaches for so long, your brother thinks about what he can get you for your birthday and then he calls China and orders a bulk order of mustaches.  Because he's thoughtful and a good listener.

And then these things happen:

 (If you ask anyone who knows my dad a good word to describe him they'll probably say "consistent". And that holds true even in picture poses.)

 See? Consistent.

Apparently I get my "consistency" for mustaches and muskrats from him. You can't fight genetic propensities.

So. There you have it. Another post about mustaches. I'm renaming my blog "The Mustache Marathon".